The Lass Kanky! Poem by Kolawole Ajao
The Lass Kanky!
Sleep seemed to have wished me au revoir
I was left to rollick amidst a strange euphoria
I saw mirage within a myopic distance
Then some poets diagnosed what my nausea was
What was the prognosis?
The prognosis they chanted:
My head contained nothing but the penchant
For dreaming about the lass Kanky!
(For Mercy Kankara a.k.a. Kanky, a lady who perculiarly found out that I am a poet)
Inquisitive poem, Short but well rounded. Good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 5:23:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sometimes mirages make me nauseous too, as well as myopic. Three cheers for Las Skanky!