Madam Multitalent! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

She knits, she paints, she bakes, she writes, she cooks, she craft - divine! ! !
Sells bags, accessories, statues, reads palms — what a sign! ? !
But ask her 'How's business? ' she'll sigh so deep, hmmmm...
'Like Sani bagawan's grip, it puts everyone to sleep! ' 😆

She says, 'I don't want love, I'm free! '
Then dreams of a man from 2083! ! ! 😏
'I don't want to cook or spread my legs, '
But flirts with destiny, crossing all pegs! 😜

She vowed, shaved her head and braved the storm,
Still scares the MRI machine — like a grave dei.. 'Not the norm! '
Says she's cursed, but look at her fire,
Even karma paused like, 'This one's entire! '

Exes run when they hear her name,
Not out of fear — she owns the game!
And when someone reminds and says, 'You'll rise, no doubt, '
She rolls her eyes: 'Don't sweet talk, get out! '
Shhhhhhhuuuuu! ! ! Even gods whisper, 'Don't make her poke! ' 🔥

By: - WIN VENTURA