Between Her Laps Poem by Isiaq Nasirdeen Tinuola

Between my ears a clamouring Aah!
Several toes toward innocent - her
Closer I moved, listening to her
As I questioned why red on laps

Between her laps a rivulet pass
with pain and agony plus bloody cries
'I thought of suicide' as she expressed the lime
And sorrow paddle, but what's mine?

It's hurt to recap the heavily laps
Between her laps a burglar loots
Who'll help as her mouth hummed!
And her egg cracked with big ugh!

They said it's pleasure of life
Not what rowed between her laps
That sown regret - sorrow of her life
Pity! For the play in bloodymoon

That's all, our thoughts, with stagger stand
Again! she grunts as she laid on ground
As her blood was place in place
Vanity! as she inherited everest pain
As result exposed she was virus mate.