Treasure Island

Chris Jibero

(Ugbawka)

Gin And Lime


Like an evergreen ballad
Wafts your melodious voice
In my receptive ears
Depositing an indelible
Mark in my roomy heart
That can accommodate
Only you, my merry-making
Gin
That has branded me
Her hand-in-gloves
Lime

Your enchanting voice
Is a well-blended bubbling
Red wine fit only for a manly
Heart as mine and so sharp
Like a dagger eager to peel
Any forlorn - looking pants
Off the wretched waist
Of even the most virulent
Misogynist to make
Him the best butter spread
On a slice of delicious bread
To feed the starving bed
Of a widow

Nowhere else can any man
Find another piece of
Perfect divine
Artwork like your velvety
voice that serenades me
And exudes your breath-taking
Beauty stowed neatly
In your golden heart that
Dispenses joy unspeakable
To my samba-dancing soul

Now, hearken to my voice
This talkative phone
No more, no more
Should you only feed my ears
With words that can melt
Steel but do acquire strong wings
And efficient engines like
The Air Bus and bring my angel
Home stately as a First Lady

Ah, you again, this recalcitrant phone
That has become deaf
Learn how to keep a truce
And bombard not my aching ears
As dynamite confronting
A pile of unheated mud bricks.

(c) Chris Jibero.2010.

Submitted: Thursday, July 15, 2010
Edited: Thursday, July 29, 2010

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