Today, I saw a mannequin
dressed in golden shoes, chain and apparel
looked like a fairy queen
only lacked crown
yet donned fair hair
I fell for her
but spouse got pregnant with jealous,
threw a tantrum, and made a real fuss
broke my heart and fled away
not without a wring on my neck
and a slam on my back
she didn’t want to get real!
There she lay, ravishing and cute
crystal eyes piercing through clear glass,
glued at my masculine frame
mine gazing at her heart-stopping beauty
I gave her a wink and a smile, at last
drooling from the mouth with lust
at the jeweler’s I booked a ring for her
she deserves it, for she is just but fair…
Hey Mr Vendor, name your bribe price
not for the golden shoes, chain or apparel
but for my bride, my mannequin –
my new queen with fair hair
for my broken heart now belongs to her
if you don’t offer her to me
your glass I shall break, with glee
to free and elope with my fairy queen,
my mannequin,
and heal my broken heart.
© Conarth Macheka – Diary of a Poet (May 2013)
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