Bouquet of Orchids
Donald Trump once gave me a call
He would be pasting a hibiscus on whitehouse' wall
Bill Gate once sent me a Microsoft on phoneBouquet of Orchids
Donald Trump once gave me a call
He would be pasting a hibiscus on whitehouse' wall
Bill Gate once sent me a Microsoft on phone
He would be designing a software full of rose
Mark Zuckerberg once chatted with me on facebook
He would be using a flower as an app for bridging people
Buhari once travelled down to my abode
He would be needing a panacea full of rose
Dangote once sent me his lettering through a pack of sugar
He would be producing flours of flower
Mike Adenuga also once ruled my world
He would be connecting with hibiscus
So did I laugh hysterically like a drunkard
So did I smash body on the ground like it's holy ghost fire
You're going for a hibiscus of both tropics and metaphor
You're going for a rose of both graph and shrub
You're going for a flower of vulva, vertebrate and pistil
Never do you know ambiguity kills, so I keen to orchids.
Counting this orchid of mine one, two, three...
In the same blood, love, generational garden
Such will be so mammoth than fingers can count,
Than tractor or bulldozer can plough
'Cause, momma too is a charming cheerful creature
And Papa is a 'pretty' poignant placid figure.
Thy sight is the reflexion of Job's daughters
Mesmerizing like the dusky twinkling stars.
Thy smile is the metaphor of day's lightening
The cool way it appears before going to sleep.
The pacific expression on your face
Serves as a solace to the topsy-turvy of the day.
If these ads on cookey cowry dentition
Should just think behind the box
The tranquil diamond igniting in your dental system
Would have made them make you their model.
Your hair sitting patiently in the air
Winks at 9 bones breathing in this atmosphere.
Is Gold the surface of your skin or sand?
Is a lotion responsible for the fluidity or son of man?
'Cause, the manner at which it sparkles is like the Christmas light
Where were your eyes and lashes when Jesus was given lashes of stripes?
They would have intoxicated the warriors to stupor
Falling for lust, and spearing the saviour of the world.
Thy lips that trig like million roses in the garden
Speak softly solace to the wishy-washy in my body
Your picture and figure is a manure to every words
Your soul that glows is a dope to this whirly world
See, tell mom and dad about your golden carved family
What a bouquet of orchids!