The Other Woman - Poem by Uche Nwanze
The other woman, when the Sheriff is out of town.
When there is an emergency,911 comes to the rescue.
When there is no doctor, the first aid box comes in handy.
When there is fire on your rooftop, the gentle breeze that quiets the inferno.
The other woman, when your favourite beer is not available, any cold beer to quench your thirst.
When your favourite cuisine is not on the menu, any meal to soothe your hungry stomach.
When you have a flat tire, the spare keeps you going.
When your star player has a hamstring, the sub comes on the pitch.
Her doors wide open to provide him shelter and succour.
The Queen she yearns for the crown, she'll always play second fiddle.
On a cold lonely night, there to keep him warm.
Beauty her strength. Feeble minds fall for her charm.
Scheming slaying seductress, her bed soft and cozy for his frail body.
Her sweet kiss a venomous venison.
The first lady, a title she'd give the moon for.
A second class citizen she'll always be.
An escape route for all his troubles.
Like a stray hound, he'll return someday to his owner's pen.
Push him away and he falls into her luring lair.
Your nagging will drive him into her waiting arms.
Your folly will pursue him to plunge into her enchanting web.
The other woman, a friendly foe, always at the doorpost waiting for a slip.
The other woman, a nine days wonder.
Wanes as winter comes, she'll never be his number one.
Birds may flock together, the hawk will never be a match for the Eagle. The butterfly may fly round the world but she'll never challenge the bird to a flight fight.
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