COULD PLAY THE FOOL

I could live in a thousand miles

And could stand crossing the cold Nile

In a scanty apparel on a small boat

In the very cold weather with no coat

But will still dote on you fully

 

I could sing in a good tune

While fanning the fire in June

Even as my hands wince in grave pain

And insects suck my blood to weight gain

But will still dote on you fully

 

I could watch you in many arms

As I work tirelessly on the farms

In the scorching, scorching angry fuming sun

While in-laws whip with insults they can

But will still dote on you fully

 

Hit me here, hit me hard there

Slap me here, slap me hard there

As long as you don’t hurt my soul

As long as you don’t harm our little soul

I will still dote on you fully

 

I could cook a million dishes daily

And you could wince rudely eating daily

I could do the dishes and the laundry

And you could shout to all and sundry

But I will still dote on you fully

 

I know I may be deemed stupid

I have been hit hard by cupid

So will think of no evil for you

I will pray for no evil for you

Just do not hurt mine and yours

And I will dote on you fully.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.