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St Valentine Celebration
Paint never would smile at Turpentine
And I tell you The Serpentine
Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine
“Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine
In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein
And-trust me- to The Serpentine
The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine.
Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it
From even the guy overflowing wit,
Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men
In his Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin of then;
For, indeed, if one can’t feed one’s baby
One shouldn’t try to have a baby…
Then, from your account graciously withdraw
For those who often close to you draw
And to him things are awfully hard,
For his woman a dollar recharge card:
Faithfully actualizing that wonderful line:
A decree that one mustn’t one’s woman sideline.
And valentine may be partly lips paintings
For men who’d see it and start fainting
Or wearing the whitest upon the wettest
And it won’t read as old martyrdom clinching fresh protest…
Also about cleaning one’s sanitation-begging house
To lovingly rid it of every mischievous mouse!
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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