Abomination over abomination against hunger. As there was even cocktail Wagging and twisting Side way and side way East to west Matching towards the wedding city for ceremony. I met chicken and chips Baroque to be the flower girls in the wedding. It disappointed the stable state of my saliva. Eager to see the couple, On a flat arena of a golden plate comes, Pork and carbbage, with a shinny weeding gown. Decorated with chilly lipstick and a toothpick ear ring. Matching towards the blessed holy servant, chips, Holding a precious "tomatoes ring" The blessed servant pours blessing of salts upon the couple. 'All that goes in and out shall never follow a rough path But a smooth, soft, and a warmth roads' he said. In the name of the cup, spoon, and plate, eyooo. 2018ocenmicheal@theshadowwordsafrica-poetry