Bondaged Bride Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Today we unveil our new bride,
The groom's kinsmen think she's antithetical to pride
And there she hides!
Gravitating towards 'angelic encounters',
she rides;
Closer to the groom,
Holding a sceptre of broom!
The master of ceremony jokingly says:
She isn't your maid
But your dirt shall have a raid!
Thinking it was worth a jocular say!
but the groom frowned!
Knowing the truth was gowned!
For he had been through this school
Tears he cried could fill a pool!
And as they merried and cheered,
He thought:
Even with all you've wrought!
haaa! not all angels are virgins!
And not all virgins are angels
At least your porous and malodorous canal still tells