Emma Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

Why do I spoon with an old battle-ax?
I find her faded out with a fag
I fall for her because she is not addlepated
and she is not babbage

She is my bag, because she brings a beacon home
but I am too young to put on the ball-and-chain
but what a bearcat that woman is!
And she thinks I am a beefcake fellow

I averse her when she is bent
I don't want her bill and coo
she gets surrounded and accosted by black-and-whites
and I look like a blockhead around her

She asks me to light blizzie
and if I refuse, she blows a fuse
she is a blue blood and born on the wrong side of the blankets
I want to blackball her but I love her with her blues

Her blues! Because of her blues
I can't boff with her, am not bojangling like her
I can't bone with her, she smells boo all night
she masked herself as a booger.