My Beautiful Wozz-Anne - Poem by Kuda Bondamakara
Out there in the world is a girl I once loved;
And her name is Wozz- Anne.
So beautiful she was,
You'd t think she'd come from the Mars Den.
People at first didn't give me a chance,
To win her heart over, Wozz- Anne.
But I called her a certain afternoon,
Hoping I could buzz on.
She came to see me one weekend;
And we had a good time, Wozz- Anne.
Took her to my favourite restaurant,
To show her off the Wolves Inn.
She devoured every moment of it,
With great aplomb and flair, Wozz- Anne;
And I shouted to the Lord for this beauty
'...thank you Hozz-anna'.
Beautifully crafted with big sparkling,
Watery, piercing eyes, she was Wozz- Anne;
Eyes that looked at me, past me,
Seemingly into the mountains of Wozan.
'Why do you always stare at me like that? '
She'd teasingly ask Wozz -Anne;
Told her those teary, blazing eyes,
The window to my soul, made me doze on.
When she laughed,
Her eyes would laugh with her, Wozz- Anne;
So uncontrollably, so casually
As if without a care in the world's wars on.
There was always something, everything
To love about my beautiful Wozz- Anne;
Even so, the nicely curved large lips
That made grown men go wicc-an
She was talented, she was brilliant,
I know without trying, Wozz-Anne;
Though novelty was not her specialty,
Beauty was her fall zone;
Love was her supreme virtue, her god of gods.
She loved to be loved Wozz-Anne.
With this love, this beauty,
Also came a premonition that spurs on.
Told my mum one day
About my beautiful Wozz- Anne;
She danced, praised the Lord and said
'...my son gotta move on'.
'Not quite moved on mum
But she is playing hard to get, Wozz Anne.
Nevertheless, she is a great girl
And I will fight all my foes on'.
A quarrel, one day, blared up between myself
And my beautiful Wozz-Anne;
A small debate degenerated into
Some un-amusing fiasco with clothes on.
A phone call, a letter, a fax,
Did not trigger a response from Wozz-Anne;
Perhaps I had overstepped the mark,
With a big one that broke her jaw bone.
As it was, my consolation was
She'd would come back to me, Wozz-Anne.
But days turned into weeks,
And weeks into months with no words on.
I've slept in a drench, in the cold, in the snow,
But compare not, with the silence of Wozz-Anne.
One day she disappeared to a land far away,
Without a bye Wozz-Anne.
Told she got hitched to a gallant;
Whose catchphrase was 'Waz on'.
Couldn't help myself to think,
She'd used me, my beautiful Wozz-Anne.
And nothing could console me,
Not even the overtures of her sister Rose-Anne.
The Sun never smiles without bringing me,
The memories of my beautiful Wozz-Anne;
Neither does the moon glare without any hints;
It shows on.
The wind blows everyday from the east to the west
Without my Wozz-Anne.
Maybe I will meet her one day
And learn to love her again years on.
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