Wifey
Wifey (a duet)
If your love for me was as deep
as you always claim it is, then
you'd find me a lion's head.
To prove my love to you, sugar cane
for the feline I will gladly go hunting
my favourite subject! You will see...
What kind of man are you anyway,
to come dangling only one, just one?
Find me more or you are history.
Lower the heat, sweet potato, need to study the geography
or I may not find even an old lioness in Devuli Ranch
there is absolutely nothing I will not do to...
Humour me! You’re all flowers no fruit
It’s the toothless not the agile, bonehead
to feast on your chalk-dusted hair.
You seem to be conscious, honey comb
the hunting of game is no classroom game
but if you insist, I’ll make attempts at trying to...
I want more trophies for my exhibits
or else I will find a man who blinks art.
Your non-action verbs are not working.
This conversation grates, I’m done with your pugnacity.
Here is your head, last brick in the wall
I’ve vowed to myself, I'd sooner be dead than...
Get me another head, full stop!
You lazy, crazy ne'er-do-well!
Or else I'm going to... hii hi hii hi!
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