Just on her first visit
She dazzles and gravitates
Walking majestically cum psychedelically
Dalliancing and dancing fantastically
She steps into my house
A seat on my bedding so gracefully balanced
Sonorously echoing a scintillating
salutation
Reassuringly giving a nod of approval of my
home
Served with drinks of soft spirit
Food is served-delicacies of graceful
bachelor
Politely refused –request she made
“Let me make a choice of dainties I sup”-she
says
Hungered she seems-a baked fish she want
Made avail with drink-candidly swallow the
fish
Graceful in deportment-gently eats the
dainties
Left to go-roughen bedspread-no cooking in
sight
“I am tired”-she muttered whene’er on visit
“Cooking not my style”-she muttered whene’er
kitchen duty calls
“We’ll get a help”-to do the cook when
challenge why
Reluctantly cooks-after much of sermon
Lazy she’s- from kitchen to bed
Complaints always o’er every house chaos
Though sexy in outlook, so lazy in act
Irony of what to see-tastefully disgusting
Oh Lord my God! Can she become a man’s
dream wife?
Who’ll care for the home-front whenever
he’s off?
Who’ll nurture the children when birth is
given?
Who’ll gain access to my heart-stomach if
not her?
Oh Lord! Will I ever open my eyes to behold
disgust?
When time is right for me to let go of
penury yet to come?
But now to part than tomorrow’s regret?
Need divine directives-a help from on high!
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