Three Bottles of Dowry
I bought you
Three bottles of dowry
The Barman is my witness
Then you staggered away
Leaving me on bended knee
You called out Mama and fled
Clutching on the chronicles
On a Sunday midnight
when we roam
What brought you to the bar
I bought you three!
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2020
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