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Olajide Ajibola

Miss So Fat (For My Next Door Neighbour)

Coming now of age
And growing in a form so strange

The beautiless girl next door
Only eats junks and fatty foods the more

Though everyone know her as Pat
I call her miss so fat

She's so robust, you'd fear she would burst
And day by day she grew worse

Her feature doubtlessly I hate
She could not even go through the small gate----

She then grows so weak
And before long she grew sick,

That she had to the clinic be admitted
But her health, it got dilapidated-----

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No Spice In My Rice

I still uneasily and unceasingly wonder
Why most females, beautiful and un-beautiful commit blunder
Whenever in the kitchen they cook
Not even after they might have visited the recipe book.

The lady I call my girl is just so lazy
Friends and well-wishers believe she's just a bit crazy
Since with all the available spice
She couldn't make decent rice.

Every of her meal is a coup
It's a pity; she couldn't make the cheapest soup
And to cover up her unpalatable blunder
She always place the blame on another.

So, always with a gentle and humble heart
I plead with her to step up her cooking art
That a dark, probably white beautiful cooking ace
Might not out of carelessness take her rightful place.

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In Contact With An Angel

Still asleep in beautiful repose
A knock I heard on my door
Guess the intruder was to the door very close
Cos at my inquiry his voice, though pale became as bold as ore

I, opening my door looked at the little God-created creature
As he stood helplessly like a log of wood
Please sire, he asked in a well-mannered nature
Can you, if you don't mind offer me some food?

God! , he was clad in a garment, so poor
And he looked so cold as snow
How could I now deny him of what he asked for?
Though yonder he came from I don't know

Please, the little stranger asked again
I know you know not me
But please help quench this hunger, this pang of pain
And I ever shall be grateful to thee

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