A golden fish in the Blui-sh ocean of love A Flounder with no blunder That makes me hover at yonder Like a loose hook surfing for A Deltan fish with a Yoruba scale Dupsy, the Dace Vaunting several medals with curtsy Dabbling like a Dab in a race Against the Lampreys and Spermaceti I salivate endlessly beholding Your rare but momentous beauty Portable and wrap-able in “War able” situation Remember your twirling thighs Flaunting without blemish Your voluble hips like that Of no one but J - LOOO Helpless I remain setting My eyes on your ever charming eyes Winking at me with a smile That graciously get you noticed A voluptuous you remain. Keeping our promise Keeping my words Keeping your covenant To be with me all along As a rodent in my Heart As I re-echo to strive on Until I become the Knight And the war Lord of the People’s Army Advocating for the less privilege Mobilising and Strategizing for A revolution to come Where we will have a land Full of honey, milk and Manner from Earth For the consumption of all And sundry. Then, I mean, Then only You shall proudly become My Queen twisting your Bakassi only in front Of my Pennisular Lest I forget As you voyage along with me In our historic sojourn Am promising to continue The witty-wagging moment With seasonal wanderlust. Alayande Stephen T. 23rd September 2005 2.30pm