Call all our sisters,
Tall, short and average,
The new age and newly old age,
The elegant, personable but spinsters.
Be the emissary to them
The beauty most personified,
Sumptuous like a meat neatly fried,
Smelling good like pernicious perfume.
They are epitomes of beauty,
Queenly made from one dynasty,
Them, my eyes can't escape looking at twice
The plenitude of beauty, but with fear of not wise.
Come, one after one to greet our elders,
Come, have a seat, sit side by like sisters,
The elders beseech you to dance Ikorodo
Stand, dance as you hear the thundering Ikolo.
Alas! My elders eyes have lost
Their hearts filled with rage ready to burst,
They asked where you've borrowed beauty
They seek now for your opposite for you've soiled beauty.
So, go you soiled beauty
Your opposite I now seek
For my elders, you've made sick,
And the panacea is to seek your opposite, for it's my duty.
Penned by;
© *Jeomen*
Udekwe Chikadibia J.J
No omen, no Jeomen.
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