| By stroke of fortune He happens on her Dimmed hope brightens Of a brighter future with a sound better-half They throw themselves into gyration Result of centripetal and centrifugal forces The moon and the space Become a stone's throw |
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| The sherlock lady at play Deep to the brim with each other She asks,"Would you marry me?" Love,they say,is blind He retorts,"Yes,I would marry you!" Communication goes round the bride family |
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| Wedding preparations close at hand Though the would-be couple lives in another culture But the African culture must be respected Lists of things to be bought are brought In the region of six-figures they appear The groom is dumbfounded and perplexed But the bride stands her ground African culture must be respected Brightened hope dims Vapourized into the thin air the groom A tale of a sherlock lady! |
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