Poem By Babatunde Raimi
The intention is not to unclad you
With words so soothingly erotic
But if I may, as a boy Scout
Whose honour it is to do good
At least one good in a day, Scouts honour
Allow me, just this once to do this
For there is a spider in your bra
Did I just undress you poetically?
I'm sorry, that's how Poets roll!
Sometimes with obscene words
That just makes you drip...