Let me compare you
1. To the valley lily 
 decorated and beautified
 by the God of the heavenly.
 
 2. To the beautiful sky
 illuminated by the sun,
 for so your smile 
 brightens the face of sons 
 of men.
 
 You worry about your 
 tiny little butt, flat like a table cloth
 But I'm more consumed by your gut.
 
 You worry because your pair of oranges 
 sell just for twenty naira 
 due to their size
 but that's not what caught my eyes.
 
 Every morning 
 I pick up the New York times
 I see your face shining 
 On the cover page, for
 you have walked all the way to 
 Influence.
 
 Your addictions and sense of view
 make me smile whenever I remember you.
 
 Each day I desire to knock 
 on your door even if to hear you ask 
 "na who dey knock"
 but I fear I might get electroCUTEd
 because you are just too cute.
 
 But the way you walk and flip your hair
 Always make me want to dare.
 
 Nwababy, I'm an Igbo boy. 
 But I go school, 
 I sabi book
 I sabi cook
 I get good look
 Abeg, carry me go Ibibio.
 
 
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