Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
She takes to gathering evidence
Of marital offence
The remnants of protected sex
Condoms enough to vex
She goes to confront him at work
To make him a public jerk
But as she scolds him openly
Two people zoom in slowly
The secretary her husband shags
His best friend "who always brags"
The same 'friend' with whom she cheats
And this the tale completes!
Three days and nights sail slowly by
They do not even try
The smoke and clouds swirl all about
There're closets full of doubt
He thinks she'll break and confess all
But she continues to stall
Will he explain the sudden limp -
Why he walks like a chimp?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
He creeps back up into the bed
Nothing at all is said
He might as well be with a wall
She does not move at all
She feels him move behind her back
She's eager to attack
But she does not feel faultless tonight
She has just lost the right
He picks his crocked waist off the floor
And crawls towards the door
One thousand questions maul his mind
What excuse can he find?
Back in the room upstairs she wakes
But, still asleep, she fakes
She needs some time to understand
Th'embarrassment at hand.
Monday, July 27, 2009
A man sleeps with his own dear wife
It is the peaceful life
Then, in a horrible nightmare
She screams, "my husband's here"
He shoots up in a mouse panic
And darts, his clothes, to pick
And then he vaults through the window
He hits the ground below
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
We all nurse secrets. But there are a piddling, picayune few of them which need not be secrets, when we really think about it. I am about to share one with you, and I invite you to get one of such fiddlesticks off your own small One-Person's-Chest with a pshaw!
Three times in my three decades, the girl I was in loco love with was my cousin! All three times, reason reigned, and the fledgling flower was stopped pre-blossom. But I have always asked if reason really won.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My maiden memory of life is of my brothers and I silhouetted outdoors, and stargazing on a dark night, and then scuttling up the dark stairway in the 'TV House' in Kumasi with 'Champion' the beautiful, big, brown-and-white dog. What's yours?
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Office Female #2 was reviewing a document in which the ally expressions ‘Contract’ and ‘Agreement’ had been alternated carelessly. She activated ‘Find and Replace’, and simply substituted every ‘Contract’ with ‘Agreement’. Then she triggered ‘Spell Check’ to finish it all off.
The crying changes had been made all right, but imagine our six-figure surprise when she discovered that the word ‘Contractual’ had been foolishly converted to ‘Agreementual’! What word is that? The miserable machines will not be taking over! They’re just not that smart.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
He hobbles back into the car
His home now seems so far
The long drive back is Scheming Time
Revenge for her cruel crime
Back home, he hears sweet shower sounds -
His woman unannounced?
He draws the curtain to one side -
A man douches his bride
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
And shown her all his growths
She had not been way too impressed
Below his barrel chest
She'd only wanted skin cuddling
And not the whole-hog thing
"If that is why you drove this way,
You shall not get a lay!"
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
His eyes glued to the floor
But if you think he was loathing
He was sooo not leaving
He fed his gaze on her nude frame
Delighted with her game
He took short steps towards her spot
Somewhere, he lost the plot
And whispered all in fright
She sobbed and begged him to get her
Ending in sigh and purr
He stopped a distance from her flat
I think he smelled a rat
He saw her smile when once inside
And knew that she had lied
Monday, July 13, 2009
But time it came to choose
Was fun no more playing duets
I'd one pleasure to lose
The one was stunning beautiful
The other, pretty smart
The one had strings my heart to pull
The other, soul and art
I could not bear to show the door
To who had not hurt me
So, on an arbitrary score
The first it had to be
N.B. For the avoidance of doubt, this poem is fictional.
Friday, July 10, 2009
In each of the last three US presidencies, the Air Force One has TOUCHed DOWN at, and lifted off from, the little airport in Accra.
Life goes on!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
And soon drifts off to sleep
It figures how human you are
Not to push him out your jeep!
You’re playing music in your car
His phone’s playing some too
He comes to sit in like a tsar
And of music, you have two!
The rain brings mist into your car
He takes a rag to clear
He swipes only his view, as far
Forgetting who’s at the steer!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
In a far-flung country, a man, febrile from being freshly set upon by a mutt, seized its hinds, and closed his human teeth right back in its cur-coat in a rabid rage of revenge.
And some say the Sapiens and the Canines are best friends.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I was granting genius to the songwriter-salesman for nosing the notional “N” into “TomaNto” to mimic the other “N” in “BiaNca”, but I reversed my reverence when a vellum-voice, at the end, said “Tomato” without the nagging “N”. So what happened? Somebody's mealy-mouthed about a mistake they didn't want to spend money editing. Or?