Lek! ! ! Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Bees aloft in the sket.
Tip top a chicken walk,
Neither for Christmas merry nor new year.
But to make a lek in our eyes.
All in array to expose the tater breast.
Just like our days in the garden,
Before we were sent to till.
This our Eve find pleasure to dwell.
Just for the search of Moses rod that makes way to the fallopia.
That the sacred place assigns for procreation is a company.
Twash! twash! !
Love be my foe lest I adore these holy Mary.
For Sodom and Gomorrah will be better than me if I care.
Hush!
Be at peace my heart, not all are clothed in Gommer's garment.
Never put on the cap of sin in failing the law.
Go, multiply and replenish the world,
This is the law of our God.