A Saint With A Taint Poem by Maclawrence Famuyiwa

For love, she waits,
All she's got is hate,
Her lips have gates,
That close late,
Her eyes have baits,
That find her no mates.

She looks a saint,
Tho' with taints:
Her neck has dents;
Seen thro' a vent,
In her heart is a pain,
That, she'll forever feign.

She remains a chaste,
Face, with a beauty paste,
Love, she begs to taste,
To satiate an amorous thirst,
Old age knocks in haste,
But she fears a love heist.

She's just hell-bent,
That it's true love she meant,
Even if available for rent,
At least love will be in her tent,
Her beauty needs no lick of paint,
But the voice of love is still faint.