Sunday, March 4, 2012


Beneath his starlit eyes
All passions burn so cool
Smiles a lot, slow to speak
Mellow voice, mellifluous
He is a tone of brawn and braw
But he’s naked to the bone
He wins his hearts in serenades
And a smooth je ne sais quoi
Girondin is cast in steel
That no fire can hope to melt
His mystery flows beneath the floe
A halo crowns him like a charm
He stalks the wildest fantasies
And stirs the songbirds to a tune
He’s on, he’s off, he’s flittering
Who can hold bold Girondin?


  1. Now there's no excuse when Ehalakasa comes.

    1. Nana, I wrote this more than a decade ago...So, technically, I still have a cop-out excuse at Ehalakasa.

  2. Kwame Mensa-Bonsu05 March, 2012

    Poetic...not that I get it!


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