Hardly, in the Mayor of Casterbridge..
Just like dating Bridget,
And separating with her at the bridge,
Or at the River Lodge Ridge,
During the Safari,
In Karahari desert,
Forever, deserting,
What often was a dessert!
When an old star
looseth light ,
A new one appears in the sky
..
So upon loosing Bridget,
There came Meredith,
Who loved the Mercedes,
When fully fueled,
During COVID times..
Her sleek body, wriggled in chimes,
Rolling down the dimes!
Her nails, nailing it with purple,
Every day, a different color and texture,
As she cornered Sam,
With lots of some some..
Some times, two-or-three some,
Sonsomola!
I came to meet them at Nyungu Yamawe,
Albeit awed,
For they were awesome,
As both curdled endlessly,in the woods,
Like these frogs
that
praise-sing,
When rain hits the floor,
As people in the woods take a
run!
Are they praise worthy?
One woman’s meat,
Is another’s poison
So they say!
Walayi!
I returned to Naalya,
Again like Kafiti the Village Wag!
