Mercy,
The beautifully dimpled daughter of a preacher.
Just yesterday while taking that night’s shower,
Her smile walked pass my face;
The chubby face, sing song voice glittering dents,
They were like butterflies with an almost oversized body,
Covered with chocolate tone smooth skin- like it’s a delicacy,
With Pinky almost unserious lips,
That when from it a line drops, a heart will know sweetness.
Her smooth overflowing steady hands is a pill that heals the mind.
Mercy is laden with cast away vices from the pulpit,
May be, like every other preachers daughter,
Carrying the sins with mercy to God, again may be, and may be to cure.
Mercy is caring I know,
And she can’t an ill trained child beat even,
Cos she is an Arsenal fan,
And that’s the chief of her cast in vices she can’t cure,
May be too.
Aaaaah, mkpieeeew!
©Kosisochukwu
