SCRIPT

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I’ve read this script before,

I know how the play ends,

Not a happily ever after I must admit,

The tale turns into a nightmare,

In the end, the girl always leaves,

A girl got to eat and poor me lacks those precious leaves,

 

But here I am with my broken heart,

Like a fool, I will fall for that pretty face,

Telling a tiny waist no, Is a thing I’m yet to do,

Probably I will someday though not today,

For a man got to eat from a flat plate,

And your tummy happens to be the best place

 

My heart pleads with me not to be a victim,

Your reputation of humbling kings precedes you,

But I’m no son of a king,

Like the lightning, I happen in a flash,

No noise will be heard,

But there’s a pillow that will be wet

Fortunately for me, I don’t own one

 

BY SILVON SILVER, Courtesy of BAM CARES ARTMORE, POETRY GROUP, Bettie Atemo, Founder.

I’ve read this script before,

I know how the play ends,

Not a happily ever after I must admit,

The tale turns into a nightmare,

In the end, the girl always leaves,

A girl got to eat and poor me lacks those precious leaves,

 

But here I am with my broken heart,

Like a fool, I will fall for that pretty face,

Telling a tiny waist no, Is a thing I’m yet to do,

Probably I will someday though not today,

For a man got to eat from a flat plate,

And your tummy happens to be the best place

 

My heart pleads with me not to be a victim,

Your reputation of humbling kings precedes you,

But I’m no son of a king,

Like the lightning, I happen in a flash,

No noise will be heard,

But there’s a pillow that will be wet

Fortunately for me, I don’t own one

 

BY SILVON SILVER, Courtesy of BAM CARES ARTMORE, POETRY GROUP, Bettie Atemo, Founder.

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