OMOGE OLOSAN

OMOGE OLOSAN

Lips in a perpetual pout,
she does things to my mind.
Her mellifluous voice beckons on the thirsty,
to savour of her oranges.
Like the pied piper of Hammelin,
men chase after her like rats.
A taste of the oranges, they claim it is,
that makes them drool each time Risi,
the orange seller hawks pass.
Which of the oranges? Their wives ask:
the one on her head, or the one on her chest?
Who knows, but when next you see Risi, the omoge olosan,
please tell her that she has stolen my heart.



CULLED FROM 'TOWN CRIER'
written by OLUWATOFARATI IGE (GT) GRAND TYCOON PUBLICATIONS 2008.