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The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A letter to every girl

Are you shy as the bongo
Because you’re not a fine fox
And flatness are of the mango
Hanging front of your hairy chest.

Like a wheel, others revolve
Hence you go for implantation,
Adding garlics to your clove
In both physical and imagination.

Flat tummy, your profound urge
Others pass, you go hissing
Why are you red and easily purge
Over apples that are not spinning.

Endowment in a true sense;
Is a little more on the left
That causes a little less
Of mass and weight on the right.

All you think is to impress,
When every woman is not a wife
Hope you know, it’s not by dress
But impartation you make in life.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Last Sunday

Last Sunday no strings attach
I saw what Popes condemns…
In the church each time the
Sun rays struck, you glittered
Like a piece of valued rock.

When you danced the dying souls
You woke up; then you sang
Heavens swung as hell froze;
From afar I sure did
Smelt your hairs in a flash.

Finally I did notice
You do not have blue eyes
But a shy amazing
Cute cat-eyes, revealing
An innocent pretty soul.

And as the pastor preached
Drooling; and to crown it all
I could not help but noticed
Apples swinging behind you
Are big and round as a ball…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Her Waist

Her figure is curvy like volleyballs,
Huge bottom which twists and turns;

In slow seduction, when it spins
It burns the ray out of sunlights,

Bringing out that hidden shyness
From the bold, exposing weakness.

Every spin it makes is a sinfulness
Even upon gaze, it nullifies holiness.

It has this awesome sparkle of lights
Hypnotically, with temptation effects,

Soft like bread, a firm iron that never rust;
Like pillars, it carries a ball of sweet lust.

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