A Note By The Bedside - Poem by Frank Okoth
That I come from the holy church
With all those good spirits
And the first thing I meet are
Beings having or almost sexing
Saddest of it, on the only bed
And almost sit in your house.
When will you ever learn?
"do you know what the thigh of a woman can cost you"?
Were these not your words?
Don't turn your house into a brothel!
Every good that was and is to happen
To you will be withheld with God through Christ.
I got annoyed and left
I will call you and come soon.
Your house is not a brothel, is it?
Thanks for the accommodation, am grateful my friend.
Yours truly; FRANK
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