The Me That She Likes In Me
THE ME THAT SHE LIKES IN ME.
The only me she likes in me
Is the me of me only on bed,
For my me is full , strong and lanky.
She is ever laughing vivaciously
On, beside ,with and under me,
Never tired but smiling during
The game called “Bedminton”.
I hardly picks point for
She is a non-stop poacher
Poaching and hitting endlessly
Till I fade away finally.
She was of no special brain
Neither does she got unique intellect
But she is of everything in “Bedminton” .
I became very lanky as she grumbles
And complain of nothing but lacking something
Despite sucking my bulky lanky “corkky”.
I fled into a hiding , gasping and hoping
Not to have her cross my path again’
Oh no ! here she comes again
Laughing with a rare vigour.
Off I went on the ground as I opened
My eyes at the hospital two days after.
What happened to me ? I echoed
“Thanked God he is alive ,Doctor
Come and discharge us , lets go home”
I fainted again beholding her voice
And her very mean look
Her laughter more stronger than
That of an hyena whose pray is around
I was not too sure if I will ever wake up again.
Alayande Stephen T
16th April, 2006
3.15pm
Spiced up story depicting my same friend with her
Same heartthrob who his battling to abscond from.
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