My friend from the West Indies invited me
over for a hot dinner. O I was happy, it's cold
still ya know out here in Calgary, Alberta. We
get more than our share of old time winter.
He sat me down at his fine table with
a printed tablecloth and a wonderful white
lace doily in the center. Fresh fruit and Mango
drink. Now cmon am I special, do ya think.
I knew I was in for a treat but not a treat such
as this. My mouth was watering, I held my
hands in a fist, O I folded my arms, I didn't want
him to see me anxious like this.
He brought me an ole time meal ummmh I
was getting the real deal. Well now, I was
expecting, chicken, rice and black eye peas.
Lord he came back with a whole lot of food
and all for me. No chicken and no black eye
peas. It was cocoo and Okra, if you please.
I know I died and went to Heaven that day.
When I finished packing all that away. Lord,
he came back again with a tall pitcher of Moby,
ouuu well, I ain had bitters for a very long time.
This man sure knows how to dine. I want to
smack myself silly just to see if I'm really alive.
Lord have mercy, what did I do to deserve all
this. I hope Cedric Lucas keeps me on his list.
I bet after dinner, he's gonna play some
Reggae music or maybe some Blues, perhaps
a little Jazz, then he'll never lose. Well, he fed
my tummy and now my soul...Hmmm Hmmm well
now, I'm thinking, he sure can cook ya know
what I'm sayin... lololol what else.....
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 25/2014
Cocoo and okra is not the only thing in your mind it is the lololo! what else that you need to find Thanks Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This just may be the best spoken word poem composed. I can even visualize the performance....Just excellent. A 10.