I wrote this verse in this withering heat.
I statused my WhatsAppers asking how to write a book with no ink.
With no surprise I didn’t get a peep.
It’s kinda funny how a friend turns to a creep.
It’s even funnier how this is a love thing.
So read closely; these words will make your ears ring:
My romantic poem slash story,
begins with an Indian man selling curry for love.
Weird as it may be, some sell love for nothing but, money.
But, the Fair Lady; a woman of immaculate taste, had abundance of money.
What she lacked was curry; she created the tastiest dishes in on all the lands.
The Indian man knew this and thus, he prepared his ultimate plans.
The Fair Lady knew this; she thought love was utter foolish.
Despite his sloppy plans, the Indian man was rather bullish.
On the ultimate day he strutted his way with the finest curry.
The aromatic made the Fair Lady’s heart pump fast in a flurry.
The Indian man said, “it’s easy to make the heart jump through the tummy“.
The Fair Lady responded, “indeed the smell is so yummy“.
But, the Fair Lady had no love to give, she just had to fake it.
Unfortunately, the Indian man knew how to beat this; he just put some grit and wit in it.
He offered to cook for her his favorite dish.
Upon the first taste, her fingers began to shake.
And with a wince, the Indian man knew he was in for the cake!
Nothing like this had ever pleased her this quick;
Not even the long shaft of humble Sir Nick!
The Indian man whispered, “the taste comes from the motion you stir in the ocean“. 😏
She responded, “so this is the secret love potion“?
Indeed it was, and now not a secret anymore.
What else could she do, the Fair Lady wanted it and him all!
Sir Nick walked in and screamed, “well then, LOVE YOURS“.
The morale of the poem-story? That’s for your own glory!
Photo Credit: Jez Timms