The Bigamist Poem by CHIOMA ONYEKABA

Don't worry, don't worry
My fair lady

Oh! Sweet Brenda
The words came dropping like acapella
With cap in hand
He tapped this crying fella
"You'd be a blessed seer
To resist his words and glamour

I know you hope in him to find your Doppelgänger
But life is full of lots and lots of danger
And many live their lives undercover
So never judge a book by its cover
Remember not only gold can glitter"

Fairest of all Beauty,
One more thing
Before I leave,
He sips a glass of Remy martins
"Guard thy heart from Johnson
Cuz' His sword has many beaten"