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No Spice In My Rice
I still uneasily and unceasingly wonder
Why most females, beautiful and un-beautiful commit blunder
Whenever in the kitchen they cook
Not even after they might have visited the recipe book.
The lady I call my girl is just so lazy
Friends and well-wishers believe she's just a bit crazy
Since with all the available spice
She couldn't make decent rice.
Every of her meal is a coup
It's a pity; she couldn't make the cheapest soup
And to cover up her unpalatable blunder
She always place the blame on another.
So, always with a gentle and humble heart
I plead with her to step up her cooking art
That a dark, probably white beautiful cooking ace
Might not out of carelessness take her rightful place.
poem
by
Olajide Ajibola
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