An Evening Of Don David Daewoo Poem by Willy Munyoki

Of the Royal Naval College in the suburban Miami,
He was a Danish don of Science and Space;
And Dave Daewoo was a no other:

The wonder why in West if Dave was Danish
Was the concern obligatory of bread and fish.
How the waters were crossed and settled the shore
Is mean a story; May the eve have him much and more.

Now it was sound and safe his sense of tick of time,
And to be met by five with tel'-of-scope, to him was crime;
So calm and cool Dave did them all before,
And in kit or in class you intermittently heard him say, 'at most at four.'

There are moments of jokes, and there is the hour of need,
And five was the finest for Daewoo's son, and no other call he did heed,
Except to gulp a liquid brown of scent and sour,
And Dave sipped and gave his space a grin, and Dave seemed to sense power!

The Boneless Ballerina Bar was the best for don David Daewoo:
There you day dreamed, and Dave did, and disco lights cut clothes through;
(So you could see ballerina's parts of pleasure, and she did you whet and have your views) ,
And a helpless you could not afford to hide the news.

That Dave was gallant and elegant was thought a well endowed,
Beach beauties found him of prowess proper and their all for a don of Science avowed;
So they roved an eye, and you could easily tell to who they waggled,
And before Dave left for no other baron they struggled.

He took two at a go, and perhaps a little smoke,
Became brave and built for the evening warm waters to poke;
So he paid and packed for a refreshing swim at beach,
And chose pretty daffodil for his beak some nectar to reach.

So the sunset rays bounced back by sea met don Daewoo
Splash into ocean, and with him, may be Lady Sue;
They cut across the waves and still emerged smooched together as one,
'I have been to Moon and Mars, ' said he to fretted Sue, 'and I won.'

To be to Moon and back, And to Mars and beyond,
I'm bound to believe not any eye can behold;
Be it a fact or fiction she believed, if she was Lady Sue,
And why he is a don of Science and Space, Dave did not rue.

It's not yet end of an evening of don David Daewoo.
Two more tasks: one is love with Lady Sue;
His beak beckons to suck her nectar and so dips in, draws out and again and so;
David is a rough rider and can't get enough, and ever needs more.

And I don't know whether this came last or just before:
Dave was ravenous reader of fair pages of Science and Lore,
(For he'd mastered and then garnered the good to moil and toil) ,
Late revelers never noised near his house, and 'Oh, ' they whispered, 'the Marese is burning the midnight oil.'

To Miami County you went for the beauty of beach and a bit of booze;
But ladies of gift had had a better pilgrimage:
Joining in an evening of don David Daewoo.