Love Pimple Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Love pimple, I did not not invite you but you feel my face like a gate crusher at the bikini party.
You have neutralized the beauty and handsome of a. Simple Person with a Dimple.
You have no boundaries because napa nipple you just come out like mushrooms olo bowa in rain season.
O Love Pimple you have not spared not even a simple person with a dimple on his chick.
Your lack of respect even makes you mushroom on a nipple leaving my face in a gimple.
Like a nimble you have made me feel my worth as a number of dimples have occupied my face.
But anyway, I know that your presence means that I am loved.
My duty is is to find that mirror, mirror of my grandfathers wall to tell me whose hearts I have taken.
So ka simple me kaenda, before the dimples disappear, I'm rushing because of my gimble this nimble tells me so through the message on my nipple.