Alayande Stephen Poet I do not know?

The Me That She Likes In Me

THE ME THAT SHE LIKES IN ME.

The only me she likes in me 
Is the me of me only on bed,
For my me is full , strong  and lanky.

She is ever laughing vivaciously
On, beside ,with and under me,
Never tired but smiling during 
The game called  “Bedminton”.
 
I  hardly picks point for
She is a non-stop poacher
Poaching and hitting endlessly 
Till I fade away finally.

She was of no special brain
Neither does she got unique intellect
But she is of everything in “Bedminton” .

I became very lanky as she grumbles
And complain of nothing but lacking something
Despite sucking my bulky lanky “corkky”.

I fled into a hiding , gasping  and hoping 
Not to have her cross my path again’
Oh no ! here she comes again
Laughing with a rare vigour.

Off I went on the ground as I opened 
My eyes at the hospital two days after.
What happened to me ? I echoed
“Thanked God he is alive ,Doctor
Come and discharge us , lets go home”

I fainted again beholding her voice 
And her  very mean look  
Her laughter more  stronger than 
That of an hyena whose pray is around
I was not too sure if I will ever wake up again.

Alayande Stephen T
16th April, 2006
3.15pm
Spiced up story depicting my same friend with her
Same heartthrob who his battling  to abscond from. 
OUR

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