Mon Cherie Monsieur Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe
Mon Cherie Monsieur
Did I let you go, or did you leave
Tis I your little bro, I need relief
You have to understand
That I still need to hold your hand
So much words were in use
That night you knew the lie
The truth you did refused
and made these days as a cold pie
Mon cherie Monsieur
This I think is your full names
Married in trust for pleasure
We should not lay blames
For in heart we are in love
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