segun Johnson Ozique
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Letting Off Steam
In times of yore, then in the days of our teens,
Owned a friend who, an okapi, named Bala Fanz.
Oft disappearing with all sorts of oily girls in jeans;
I was not of same endowment, courage, but fancy.
So, oft I wait on end to share his secrets in trade;
But he was so minimal so wearisome with his tales.
Tales he told in gasps, beguilingly but frustratingly very;
Short dose and measures; pasted dreamily in verses;
Habitually of six or sometimes worse; four at a time.
O, such denying egotist! Wanted to bring roof on him,
So another day not able to clasp ...
I unbreakably meet a savoured in briefs
Looking to next meet in fond memory
Hardly ever seen the fairer in convene
And not for what it was, is and should be
No! I shall not be a weakling for a good tang.
You are saccharine, syrupy, and not sugary
You are fastidious, finicky, and not lovely
You are anything, but what I see you are