LORD, WHO WILL I MARRY?
LORD, WHO WILL I MARRY?
Underneath the doleful clouds
Stood I lone and haggard
Ashore a forlorn sea
Mooning over
To the tale of sad-love
The giants who marry their graves
And the sweet nectars
Which later turn to poison
For the conjugal bees
In their marital flowers
I’ve heard of miseries,
The moon that betrays
Her blissful grey-night
And the harmonious cord,
That becomes a wrestling ring
I’ve heard how,
The casualties of love
Become the able patients
In the hospital of divorce
Hotel-Men, come to pay their bills
On this shore of shame,
Stood I lone, soliloquizing
Like a mad man in Akure market
Who tells tale of madness
In a higher disorder
I am well-ripened
On this tree of age
Seeking a heart to reap me
Lord, I want to marry
Who will I marry?
The market of life
Congest beautiful women
But no wife to marry
There’re like marble graves,
In them dwell the stunk characters
In this green forest
Throng the trees of men
They look fresh and lure
But they bear not
The fruit of husband
Ugh! I coughed and sighed!
For I not to be the victim
Of this sad-love tale,
Lord, I want to marry!
Who will I marry?
First published on Facebook on 2013-11-18 at this link.