Fake Love Poem by Lusu Mickaye Phiri

Girl lets meet around,
In the place called roundabout.
That's where our love and treasures are hidden,
Even if they find us, we don't get in beaten.

You keep on asking me why I carry marbles,
In case we might get in trouble.
And I am going to mess them up,
They won't feel any pain because they are dumb.

Let's chill in the dining hall,
Am kind of shy; so we may have to close the door.
Then you show me your freestyle,
I will show you mine as well if yours are fine.