Betty The Belle Of The Ball - Poem by Willy Munyoki
She’s fit a shape—she’s slim and supple;
She’s lively—such an awfully lovely fun.
Her dress is natty and she likes it purple;
Her name’s Betty, a beautiful one!
List the world’s lovers of live and top is Betty.
When music plays she hops onto the floor, though a little shy.
A little punch—some moody whiskey powers her o pretty,
And she’ll then take your excitement to the sky.
The first I savored the particular chance
To party with Betty at the savory Safaricom Indoor Arena
I asked her hold for a little shake a leg and dance
And hey, they pronounced her the ultimate ballerina!
Now she’s been doing rounds and rides
From highlands to coasts, through summer and fall,
Amusing merrymakers as everyone finds
Betty always the Belle of the Ball
Ask her out where there’s fun, and music play
With thumping beats that flawless flow,
And beautiful Betty will barely betray
But strut her stuff to steal the show.
A sexy and sumptuous style, a little showing of thighs;
And your thoughts go floating on the sky.
That every desirous boy for beautiful Betty vies
Is a manifestation hips don’t lie
Even when Betty is a little sick,
Dare not you a doctor call;
A little whiskey, and turn up some breathing music,
And Betty becomes the Belle of the Ball.
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