Jul 072012
One request- so tall
Your eyes, said it all
We got into the mall
All I did was call
From behind the wall
For the attendants in the hall
Your choice wasn’t the balls
Your pick was Shawarma
I offered you banana
I crooned you some la-la-la
You said it doesn’t matter
Your hungered for Shawarma
I felt the balls again;
Hot, steamy and crunchy
You insist -Sharwarma
Now I say whatever
You will get it though
Not until mañana
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ABOUT ME.
I was born in Lagos Island but stayed the most of my life in Kaduna. From an early age i devoured plenty of books, along the line the books shaped my thoughts then i began to write. Writing answered the questions that science and technology didn’t cater for…for me, writing is an exploration of the human mind and the wonders of the universe. To write, for me, is to attain Nirvana.Go to writefight's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Uhm… maybe I get this; maybe I don’t. Nice rhyme.
Some people will remain hungry, no matter what is offered. Nice lines…
hmmm,not quite vintage writfight.
but still interesting , keep writing.
hunger is bad -nice poem