AN ODE TO MY LOVER
When I rise in
the morning,
It is Bread,
peanut butter and chocolate tea,
Power breakfast
that gets my engine kicking,
All I need to do
is roll over and feel the chemistry.
She’s the first
thought after my prayer,
And last thought
when I’m about to retire,
Sliced, whole or
toast, all na bread,
Lord, help me
not to dash my head!
Wheat,
chocolate, fruit or cake bread,
Variety is
taste, taste the variety,
With a spread of
local peanut butter,
The one eaten
with garden egg,
Oh lawd, nothing
compares to my lover.
My travelling
companion, my lover,
I feel your
wonder and your power,
When pressed
down and gulped with chocolate tea,
My troubles and
worries become history.
SANDRA T. ADEYEYE
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