May it please you to read about a heart quake
It’s straight from where used to be my heart-place
It occurred days ago, in a quick pace
And got me storing my tears in a blanket
As you read you may your head shake
Or rush to the comment box and make known your take
Anyhow, there is one thing I want you to do for my sake
And it is, don’t think this story is fake
I got involved before I came of age
I was 14, I remember, and I had courage
It was useless, I mean the adage
That said, what people who are of age
See sitting down, the teenage
standing, don’t see even its image
Such things can’t be true, in this space-age
We first met in the dining room in college
He was tall, handsome, and privileged
What is more,in class he was our own sage
He is your man,so said my love gauge
And though young, with him I dreamt marriage
Each time I saw him my heart went on rampage
A peaceful demonstration of our future in one bed
He loved me too, I was his only pet
And everything went on well with us till he met Kate
That usurper, her name alone gets me enraged
And makes me want to cook her like a yam porridge
And that fool who thinks himself another sage
That animal who deserves to be put in a cage
Or for want of cage be hauled into a lake
Oh Fred , may your life be like a torn page
For taking my virtue, and giving me a heart break
Fred has sent me to the backstage
But this is not my place, I am meant to be on-stage
And like at 14, I will rise with that same courage
This time, to find a man who I will give a heart quake
Ichadgreat you are indeed great! I truly love this!
You had me rolling and laughing. This is a wonderfully funny piece and I love funny.
Well done and please give us more funny poems to read.
Thank u @mercy….okay, i will try
Very funny. I enjoyed reading this. :)
@myne, thanks a million times.
For me, the rhymes felt forced @ some point. But I liked the package all together.
My favourite part was d part about teenage people not seeing images people of age see
Double respect!
@kaycee….thanks…..i remain local…sorry i mean loyal
Ah, you wanted to cook her like yam porridge?! That line made me laugh out loud.
Nice.
@tosinosha wat is forced in d rhythm of dis poem now?any body wey tell me say my lines v forced rhythm,I go break him head!@ichadgreat well done jare!
@sambrightomo: Ok, like our dear GEJ would attempt to recant after he’s been caught pant down, I’d say I’ve been quoted out of context. lol… What I meant actually was that there were times when @ichadgreat sacrificed syllabic rhythm on the altar of rhyming. But like I said, it still came out fine.
PS: I usually don’t do this. Sam, I hope you remember that you caused this. I wasn’t trying to berate the poem like you made it seem. lol.
@sambright, thanks…and i hope u dnt make gud ur promise of breakin some one’s head
@tosyn, u and GEJ be paddy abi. Any which way, thanks for ur invaluable comments…..though i will appreciate if u can point out some instances so i can take correctn..
Once again, thank u
Funny and nice…Well done…
@bubnllinna thank u so much.
Somebody slap dis girl, hard. 14?
Hehehe…
Nice work…