A Love's Tale I.Iii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Courage had been bethroted to him,
Nothing would stay him from serving his glottis' meal:

Charry:
Opps! Would she be perchanc'd,
That I may send her to a love trance.
There she is amidst her peers;
Some humble, while many as toothless bears.
Perhaps i approach her to say a word:
Perhaps she'll pour for me out of her fury gourd,
Compel me to drink out it,
And make Ill all my healthy teeth.
Should I go now(in front of her friends)or not,
Who'll untie this doubt knot?
No! To beg the lion to leave,
Is better than to throw with her fists.