A Useless Mistress Poem by Amos Ojwang'

After that long bustle and hustle
She walks to me awaking the mistake
That was already rolling in her eyes
She jeered in a blatant style
Though she was never wise
To make my heart rise
In a bit of plenitude
To incur this solicitude
When I called her by name
’Elizabeth Elizabeth’
She said I was no bright
To be loved even in plight
I then forced to call her with other names
But never was she contented
Till I mentioned a couple of names
Which never brought any effect
For sure this is such a bale
Of quack lovers
Roaming along the river hood
Without the sense to love by heart
And just by money
What a useless mistress!