Masquerade Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

Like the whiteness
of the dove she appears
outside, but right inside
there is a moister standing.

A black creature, as black as the kiwi shoe polish yes right inside she board.

A glittering, spotless robe shes wearing, a step try to undress and flabbergasted you will be.

Masquerade!

Aye the very her nausea, the physical frame appears to be the harmless sheep.

Pretence!

A wally she is, voluptuary forsooth.

Shes a masquerade!