My thoughts set for you a giant screen
Since your cloak stole an engine piece of me
As you passed my route and looked not my way
II
Oh how naughty and mean
Your cloak seemed, for having hands to tear
And no mouth to prompt its owner
III
You back did pull its charming tongue
Your feet did taunt in storming out
Your rear did dance like a feasting fairy
IV
Please pass this way
And give me a say
Although I crave for your exciting yay
I could bear to break with your haunting nay
So give me a night or a beauteous day
To fix the ins of this hurt clay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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