After The Third... Poem by Timothy Ogunsakin

After the inception, the snap
Seemed blur, unbiased
Indifference, his askance
Unnoticed by her stance
Perhaps more social than the media
And media than the space
His parliament resolved.

After the second, the snap
Cought a glimpse of her
In a plight her play mode
Indifference, his envy
Unnoticed by her frenzy
Like he cares...
The parliament debated.

After the third, the talk
As they plodded
From PPA they conversed
Her intuition arrested his soul
911, the parliament
Called to meet

After the third, the talk
She's the ‘T' path
Of the Three part
Of the same point
That leads the future
Confirmed by the Trinity
After the third, the charming
Her smile's chime, lit
The lamp of love in his bossom
Like a baby, lingers
For the day, an euphoria
The day of substantial exhilaration

After the third, the him
A teetotaller, drunk in love
He called her teeny-bopper
For her love of fashion and music
She from born called ‘T'
But never tee no one
Her mind teems with great ideas.

After the third, the snug
As snug as bug in a rug
The parliament is fizzy
Him the bug, she the rug
Together in a snug
And so her charming smile
Keep replay in the parliamentary
Screen, of his heart.