Along the coastal bay
I thought of the day
That everything went nay
When the sun refused its ray from reaching my way
Monday, 30 May 2011
Saturday, 28 May 2011
KYINGILINGI GIRL
See how she models
Like a ghost from hell
So slim
Is she on diet?
Kyingilingi girl
Kyingilingi girl
Meatless body with bony shoulders
The hottest cake on the street
Blinking devouring teeth
At men who will always cross their borders
I hear say she won Miss Legon
With her coconut legs on
Ei, slim things and beauty
Were the judges free and fair at duty
Or their romantic feelings made them guilty?
Hmm! Kyingilingi girl
Foggy lips like oily toogbεε
Flat buttocks like pancake frying pan
Small waist like savanna cobra
Skinny girl; as kyingilingi as kyikyinga
With rings and bracelets dancing on long hands
She cat walk like a hundred meter champion
What a slim thing in miniskirt?
This girl can destroy Sampson’s shirt
For she is a kyingilingi girl
She is a kyingilingi girl on high hills
You cannot get her without paying huge bills
So let your wallet be filled
And your heart ready to be grilled
Because she is a kyingilingi girl
27th May, 2011
5:58pm
@legon
Like a ghost from hell
So slim
Is she on diet?
Kyingilingi girl
Kyingilingi girl
Meatless body with bony shoulders
The hottest cake on the street
Blinking devouring teeth
At men who will always cross their borders
I hear say she won Miss Legon
With her coconut legs on
Ei, slim things and beauty
Were the judges free and fair at duty
Or their romantic feelings made them guilty?
Hmm! Kyingilingi girl
Foggy lips like oily toogbεε
Flat buttocks like pancake frying pan
Small waist like savanna cobra
Skinny girl; as kyingilingi as kyikyinga
With rings and bracelets dancing on long hands
She cat walk like a hundred meter champion
What a slim thing in miniskirt?
This girl can destroy Sampson’s shirt
For she is a kyingilingi girl
She is a kyingilingi girl on high hills
You cannot get her without paying huge bills
So let your wallet be filled
And your heart ready to be grilled
Because she is a kyingilingi girl
27th May, 2011
5:58pm
@legon
Friday, 27 May 2011
SHE BROKE HIS VIRGINITY
To be childish is to be foolish
Immaturity disrespects opportunity
A virgin boy at fifty –
Oh how? Very filthy
He grew up as a mummy’s boy
And lived as a daddy’s toy –
A dummy doll
Still crying for Christmas ball
She knew him from childhood
While they both lived in same neighbourhood
She loved him too but he was nothing good
Like a useless firewood
Switching and switching mood
To her feelings he was too rude
Unable to vomit only three words
Oh virgin boys are cowards
Oh virgin boys are cowards
Suffering in their own Ananse webs
P-O-P
Their mouth they cannot just open
That was years ago
But he is still a virgin, oh no;
After she has broken hers with three kids
He is still frightened to request for a kiss
‘Boring! Boring!’ She shouted in disgust
Her mouth shivering like a bomb to blast
Virginity at fifty
Useless to the community
She held him closer
And clutched her lips to his
Left hand unzipping trouser
In search of a virgin wood
He shivered and wanted to cry
‘A useless guy!’
She told him and pushed him onto the mat
He fell like a blind bat
Cold blood turned hot
As dummy dull entered nature’s pot
He shivered and shouted, ‘wow!’
‘Democratic Paradise is a place to fly’
She slapped him in anger
Virginity at fifty is a danger
But he loved the slap
And wished for more on his lap
So she broke his virginity
And made him a man at fifty
Saying, ‘it’s time to be truly independent
Break away and realize your liberty’.
27th May, 2011
Immaturity disrespects opportunity
A virgin boy at fifty –
Oh how? Very filthy
He grew up as a mummy’s boy
And lived as a daddy’s toy –
A dummy doll
Still crying for Christmas ball
She knew him from childhood
While they both lived in same neighbourhood
She loved him too but he was nothing good
Like a useless firewood
Switching and switching mood
To her feelings he was too rude
Unable to vomit only three words
Oh virgin boys are cowards
Oh virgin boys are cowards
Suffering in their own Ananse webs
P-O-P
Their mouth they cannot just open
That was years ago
But he is still a virgin, oh no;
After she has broken hers with three kids
He is still frightened to request for a kiss
‘Boring! Boring!’ She shouted in disgust
Her mouth shivering like a bomb to blast
Virginity at fifty
Useless to the community
She held him closer
And clutched her lips to his
Left hand unzipping trouser
In search of a virgin wood
He shivered and wanted to cry
‘A useless guy!’
She told him and pushed him onto the mat
He fell like a blind bat
Cold blood turned hot
As dummy dull entered nature’s pot
He shivered and shouted, ‘wow!’
‘Democratic Paradise is a place to fly’
She slapped him in anger
Virginity at fifty is a danger
But he loved the slap
And wished for more on his lap
So she broke his virginity
And made him a man at fifty
Saying, ‘it’s time to be truly independent
Break away and realize your liberty’.
27th May, 2011
I WILL MARRY MY MOTHER
She looked me in the face
Replying to my moonlit gaze
With fondling emotions in race
Her snow teeth pierced my toddling countenance
But nothing more than love was in haste
She is my mother
My father’s faithful partner
I was confused and began to wonder
Why in my husband’s bosom alone her love will forever linger
Is such affection in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother
She touched my hand and massaged my heart
A moment memories will never part
Her thighs held me firmly under her breast
Her left arm was back-neck cushioning guest
And as gently, tongue sucked milky nectar, my soul began to rest
I was more and more confused, wandering in wonder
Beyond mother, is any other dearer?
Is such care in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother
If not, I will marry my mother
And compete with my father
She throws him a table each morn and evening
The choicest delicacies he alone is always enjoying
With the most quantity from fishing and bushing
In the night they throw me on the cold ground
But under her blanket my father would be found
Doing what? I wonder
To him alone the choicest delicacies belong
Yet competing with me for breast milk all along
Oh no, I will marry my mother
And throw out my father
But the woman who birthed me can’t be my mother –
she is my father’s wife –
It may be you; the maiden that seeks my love
You can be as holy as a dove
And posses the beauty African queens can have
Yet, if you can’t care like mother
Love as she loves father
Forget it
Because I will marry my mother.
Replying to my moonlit gaze
With fondling emotions in race
Her snow teeth pierced my toddling countenance
But nothing more than love was in haste
She is my mother
My father’s faithful partner
I was confused and began to wonder
Why in my husband’s bosom alone her love will forever linger
Is such affection in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother
She touched my hand and massaged my heart
A moment memories will never part
Her thighs held me firmly under her breast
Her left arm was back-neck cushioning guest
And as gently, tongue sucked milky nectar, my soul began to rest
I was more and more confused, wandering in wonder
Beyond mother, is any other dearer?
Is such care in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother
If not, I will marry my mother
And compete with my father
She throws him a table each morn and evening
The choicest delicacies he alone is always enjoying
With the most quantity from fishing and bushing
In the night they throw me on the cold ground
But under her blanket my father would be found
Doing what? I wonder
To him alone the choicest delicacies belong
Yet competing with me for breast milk all along
Oh no, I will marry my mother
And throw out my father
But the woman who birthed me can’t be my mother –
she is my father’s wife –
It may be you; the maiden that seeks my love
You can be as holy as a dove
And posses the beauty African queens can have
Yet, if you can’t care like mother
Love as she loves father
Forget it
Because I will marry my mother.
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