By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan
They were very good
friends until they realised
that the lady was so beautiful
to ignore or sit on fence.
Blame them not,
but ‘am much pitiful
Of them for all was gone
So far between them.
They put all on stake,
They didn’t see her so fake,
In eyes she was a hot cake
That none ignore for love sake.
They seemed to all thrive,
The lady was so smart,
It was so easy to play even five,
All point at her like in dart.
She was a sure bet,
That men go for in soccer,
Her thighs catwalks than a hawker
Though mouth speak spikes that deter.
So good she is, no surprise,
But two best friends got a prize,
The one they didn’t called for,
She was gone as they remained foes.
Naih Peter is a poet and a Crop Protectionist by profession. He can be contacted via: email@example.com