That Girl Poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

One evening as I chilled outside
“Look at that girl”, a friend said
I turned and let out a serenade-
Your looks make ugliness afraid
I walked up to her, “hush”, she said
I was left starring at fine coloured brocade
I cleared my throat in charade
She walked on, and I turned it into a parade
Pointing to green vegetation, I demonstrated
How beautifully my village landscape made
She smiled and geared me to divert to arcade
A game of which she has a higher grade-
“Your approach is like the gulp of sweet lemonade”
In preference I do chose your smile to an Escalade
She replied, “only when battered and out-dated”
A wrong preference for you so scientifically made
“Am so, for am yet not on your bed like linen spread”
Reorient her O God to judge fairly, I prayed.
We continued the game, chatted, acquainted and strayed.
I knew all of her except her name and her braid
She’s my ‘that girl’, whom forever in my mind ingrained.