FOR THE LOVE OF POETRY

So Yao and I had this conversation cum poetry bout. Enjoy it too because I did mightily.

Yao: Let's freestyle some poetry right here

Bey: He tells me about poetry

While my mind is busy with the business of pottery

All these people playing lottery

Is there any future in forgery

Yao: I swear I thought it all jiggery-pokery

But I dared not use mockery

When I knew she wanted to be lowkey

Bey: Now he's making me scared

All together I'm getting mad

Oh,  that word mockery is really bad

Yao: But why fret over that

When joy is all there to be had

Quickly pack it in like that bag

Bey: I'll take your counsel

Thereby my pains will be cancelled

Why carry a heavy weight?

When I could simply jubilate

Yao: But My pencil stencil that unique council

So we can call Gretel to call Hansel

Bey: Gretel and Hansel are on a mission

Not even you can deter them from that vision

Maybe we can find some other siblings

Who will have time for my rumblings

Yao: Rumblings for your mumblings

Hansel will accept my counsel to come in from his mission

To take part in our shared vision and bind you to prison

Bey: Hahaha, well I am a spirit

Can you imprison a spirit?

The very weight of my presence

Will humble any pretense

The very thought of imprisoning me is a pretense

And my essence outweighs such pretense

Yao: Alas I am afeared of spirits

Who will consume my soul like cheezits

So here are you credits

Take em all till they fizzle

Bey: Now, he's afraid of the spirit

Who will take his reality and spin it

Who will also take all the credits

Like the the tools in my toolkits

Yao: Ahh typical african misunderstanding my sarcastic wit

I will  soon pop you like a stuborn zit

And laugh as I watch your insides split

Spirit or no - It will be tat before tit

Then watch as the flames get you lit

Now, who did it better? Please don’t be a sexist. Lol.

Yours Truly,

Beulah

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