My Earthed Love, Lydia Poem by Vincent Adeyemi

Many are they,
Is there any against
lydia contests? ,
For the eight she trims
and twists like the
serpents.
A glorious symmetry i
allday adore,
Thrown in a perfect helix
like Diana's
In her green days as
mortal.
Behold! , the eyed pumpkins
of the hanging garden,
Bubble twin reared for
her gait to exalt.
'But many are they'



Many are they,
Many are the endowed of
the nymph flock,
that daily saunts past my
humid lawn,
Where I brood and muse.
Cheii! with quite giant
lump of fattie to wiggle,
many are the hearts of
the Holy now lustful,
Omaigod! ! , many are they
O' many ar mania


Many are they,
But much they do to
earn my nothing,
many are times they tempt
man to sin.
Memories of my gone lydia
has my thought to fill,
Many are the comely ripe
winks to see,
Only to remind me of
the Lydia I miss,
Alas! now rains her
funeral scroll,
Lettered with her blood
as ink.
'But yet, many are they'