POETRY ; AWELEWA

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Beautiful not by the paintings on her lips
Not by the ileke on her eight figured hips

Ko ko ko, Alas, she comes around
Each step of hers rhymes with my heart pound

Her fellow ladies take turns, stare at her
Even as she appear from afar

She's a queen, not from a royalty
Neither a bimbo with absence of dignity

Her beauty commands intelligence
As professors loose concentration in her presence

Awelewa! Dream of many men
As they compete to have her into their den

Awelewa, I'll sing praises of your impeccable beauty even after 'morrow
And spread your queenship by my biro


Written and edited by Adeyemo Nathaniel