only
the
porcelain white face
of
the
geisha girl
snap open
and
close
her
Nakamichi
red fan
to
entertain
the
emperora
of
japan
through
the
choreography
of
the
gisha girl dance
A deep beneath the long and creeping
branch shadows of the hanging tree
Under it's protective glare in it's barren
tainted garden fair shackled down
in stocks
It's 1 and only single rose prances like a
dancing horse following whichever way
the waning waxing moon doth flow to
the salty sea breeze
As in the day the sun makes hey and
steals away the subtle scent it safely
stowed away inside it's brittle stem
In order to sharpen up it's prickly
thorn's it uses to keep and ward
errant stranger's passing bye from
praising it away
To give a lover as a gift so as to
prove his or her undying love or
total and utter commitment unto them
Or instead to place upon an unknown
paupers grave
Where sadly enough as well not a
1 single mourner came to see them
on their way
Oh
Sweet pasty Montreal
Service Geisha Girl
None of this makes sense at all
Certainly not life
Certainly not death
A GI looking for nookie
Met a Geisha girl called Suki
Would you believe
She could conceive
Faster than a New York bookie?
her honorable son
fell in love with geisha girl
number two son helped brother
fell in love with bee
Dancing with the angel; winding
Like an eel and a geisha girl.
Her hips vibrating like a dog drying its wetting hairs.
Will she glue herself into my waiting hands?
Yes she does, she does it in style:
Her right foot finds a place between my feet,
Her head dangling on me like banana bunch,
Her hands cuddling my neck like a baby in its flannel.
Oh, she parts again like an arrow parting the bow.
What could I have done? What is the irritation?
No, she smiles, stretching out her hands like an eagle wafting in the air;
Her right grips my left as she comes closer, she will not glue again;
Flinging me out like a school girl flinging her paper plane into the air.
Wow! She bows like a zero's cord, her long hairs carpeting the ground.
Suddenly she bounces back like a bent shrub regaining its old position;
Her right now on my left shoulder, her left belting my waist about,
Her lips on my cheek, her hips tangential to mine.
A round of applause!!!
With the gaiety of geisha girl
Like the antics of tilapia´s tail -
Left, right; left, right; left, right...
Omo o, eeipe e dagba
Omo o, eeipe e dagba o
Kekere jojolo la bi tiwa
Omo o , eeipe e dagba o
Holler, holler in our gorgeous lace
Chesting out our priceless jewel
Adoring Lord for his infinitive grace
His love is deeper than any well.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba ...
He has caused us to dance today
Our joy is full, our art is fun
March 17 he has granted our merry day -
The day Princess Amogemola was born.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
Ways may be rough, life may be tough
Still we shall exalt His holy name
Who has given us reasons to laugh
Whose gift to us is now a dame.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag our baby girl
With you life is good and well.
Omo o, eeipe e dagba...
For it could be seen
Someone else, other than me
I would choose a geisha girl
Walk on wooden shoe
In my small, petite like steps
Artist of the unseen world
"The summer has come"
"The summer? It is the spring now"
"Yes I know, but for me it is summer"
"Why?" she asked giggling
"When you are beside me,
The world is very colourful,
The cuckoo sweetly sings,
The flowers blooms in many colours,
You have come to my winter,
With your spring and summer,
You filled my heart with flames of love,
I hear nothing but your sweet melody,
My heart was once laden with melancholy,
They all are evaporated
With your warmth,
I can embrace and hide inside you,
But I have to leave very soon,
I may not return, my time is up.
Then whom will you warm?"
" There will be many
Come for my warmth
The way you came to this geisha girl"
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