Esther Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Looking beyond the eclipse of a filter future,
In which the ray can neatly clarify.
My heart adored the beauty of a coming queen,
This been scarce like that which has brought our land to recession.
Being smart and in love with her dancing potty,
I laid hold of the electric wizard for pictures,
That I may lay her on my beautiful mattress.
In dismay of thought, a walking leaf with human toe she is.
With this a joyful exclamation purge out from me,
That I would have been a prodigal son to destiny,
Had a covenant of love been made with her.
This many have been victims and their future has been filtered.
Why and how do we look at that which has been planted below the skirt,
And the fruits planted in the chest?
Leaving the reality to take its course.
Yet the village witchcrafts are to be blame for our lack of discipline.
To all men is a good wife with all necessary features,
That others have but it's duty bound on us to nurture her to our taste.
Making daily confession while looking to her eyes,
That you're endow with the best features of a loving wife.
Hear me well my Esther, you're the best my imagination can ever tell.