Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Sunday, 2 October 2016

MOTHER IS A VIRGIN





If you ever find father's grave
Tell the pebbles i tell this tale
That my mother is a virgin...

Our greed have been fed on this tale
From aged prologue of yester days
to the blank blur present pages of today
and the glowing mute-less august future
That every beautiful maiden is a virgin

Now when i look at mother's wrinkles
In their clear rough contoured dimples,
I see quad beauty in quadrupled valour
Bathing my old mother in apt honour
She looks young and charming as a belle
As the air sings aloud,"Our gorgeous celeb"

Her breasts signals the hands of her clock
That she is just a saint sweet sixteen
Her voice yells melodiously in rocking rock
And she lightens as a brilliant rich flints
No message would ever be any clearer
Than those from her smiles and laughter.

Let me mock all the beautiful maidens,
For none have like my mother's braiding
So if you ever find father's grave
Tell the pebbles i tell this tale
That my mother is a virgin...


Micheal Ace
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