By
Amore David Olamide
Agbalumo (Star-Apple)
Staring apples pallid skin
Prompting children’s noble grins
Lambing more than darling beau
Agbalumo blandish fruit.
Honeyed fruit with creamy string
Flattering tongue in sweeten twist
Mulling more than candy sweet
Agbalumo beguiling.
Milky berries dilly yield
Tempting lids from hefty tree
Comfit more than coaxing girl
Agbalumo cherry things.
Treacle drupe the angel want
Glowing like a rainbow buff
Tendering beaut the demons hunt
Searching one in human sod.
Fawning infant Fawning men
Drawing ladies drawing girls
Luring people conserve gear
To its tree to pluck from there.
What we deary rob on ground
Hoping well it’s taste will ripe
What we keep it lulu seed
Breaking it to make earring.
What got stole in market place
What was seen with royal maid
What the king rely says
Let me have a sucking taste.
What a mother bought from tray
Plenty in a garnish pail
Having neighbours cheering hails
Opting dance in curious ways.
Not the hype of mango’s taste
Not pineapple’s adulate
Not the apple not the grape
Not cassava’s roasted flakes.
Not the orange’s succulent
Not banana’s pleasantness
Not the scent of lemon’s zest
Not cucumber’s resplendence.
Not the slices of carrot grains
Not the pear not the maize
Not coconut mystic ace
Agbalumo suit my taste.
What can burn an excess fat
What scientist testified
What Nigerians subtly laud
Luminous fruit for Africans.
Agbalumo ageless fruit
Dwelling well in annual croon
Never rotten never soar
Never lost its lofty mull.
Amore David Olamide
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