Lettuce... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Pregnant with an early notice,
I hereby let you know,
I'll do anything you say...
With my legend, myth or the shyly lotus,
Aye, regent sleuth for a rivalry locus....

Pleasing man,
For a thousand years,
you will be mine, cold fears,
you will be fine, bold tears...

Fragrant with a pearly bogus,
I hereby let you know,
I'll do some things you say...
With my present, blithe or the feisty focus,
Aye, peasant youth for the frenzy newness.

Teasing Man,
For a thousand ears,
You will be mine, told fears,
You will see shrine, spoiled years...

Nairobi, November 14,2011