Ah, night so bright you stayed with the poet
Ah night so bright you stayed with the poet For she this rhyme is penned, her green eyes Shine as bright as like this luna of the night. Shall find her sweet name; between these lines, Stay the night! let my rhyme damn tonight-- These shrines, led to astray femme like her, Telling them extreme lies, far beyond the realties. All things are invented; underwear they sell liquor. Check air in your tire, Babe! they play the bloody deeds. With unwise femmes; walking throu muddy fields, Terrified and thirsty as like the honey bees. One string's another into the jeleausy's fire Poppy needs clean water; that such fields--- Can't release, Irony is; the young Babe! Has zealous desire, and making a moan With her Mum! to let her visit such feasts, Ah! night, so bright you stayed with the Poet, And this rhyme, revealed damned trators furious fire--- ©Affaq Naibe