That Girl In Our Class Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

She use to be the most beautiful girl in our class,
And she was also one of
the most attractive girls in our class,
That was when we were kids,
Seeing her again today,
Seems she never met beauty
Just almost unattractive
So fat and slim
So dark so fair
So tall so short
No more beautiful
Far far less attractive
She was the choice
of us all boys in class
To love and to hold,
To be with till eternity
One, her fellows were envious of
For she was with all the attentions.
As we all liked to borrow a book or pen
From her just to have an encounter
And now, she is not even a beautiful in our class.

And that black-nose-running girl
Whom we always let alone
Because of her 'kpomon' lips
And her rough skin tattooed with rashes
She was always the dirty one
Never received any admiration from us boys
Not a hi! Or hello!
No one ever picked a pen
from the basket of love for her sake
She never received a ditto from a boy
Now she is the most beautiful girl in our class
And undoubtedly, the most attractive
Her lips enticing as of Nuella Njubigbo
or Angelina Jollie
So gorgeously and moderately carried
Slim and chubby
Short and tall
Fair and black
That lips, everyone wants to kiss it.
That big forehead has given her
A Rihanna's look!

Was this not that girl in our class?
So we ask now.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Rabbi