Jazz: The Victoria (Oz) Wow Poem by David N. Munene

Victoria, dear Victoria, don’t you see in you’s a Victoria?
Raised to dazzle and muzzle Victoria, with the puzzle of her beauty Gloria?
Who sees no need to think “am cuter”, albeit in beauty she’s a cutter?
Is it a matter that, my lips should your beauty utter?
With privilege and honor at my age, I know this beauty off stage
Oh prisoner; make me one; never ever to make her rage.
Awesome in sight, in light she dwells from her insight
Beautiful radiant rose in bloom, blossom bloom, accept your plight!