A Partner's Duty Poem by Stephen Omolori

If Father Time's hands are what I can tie,
I'll have them tied so you'll be young for life;
Seeing that his freedom isn't beauty's ally,
Then I'll stand before him with an oppressor's knife.
If the Sun's a man that I can injure,
I'll hurt him so he won't scorch where you lay;
I'll see to it that he loses his ginger,
The urge to carry hell to where you stay.
Since both are guilty of scorching one's beauty,
Then I am free to go to war against them.
A sage just said to me: "It's their duty,
Yours is to treat your partner like a gem".
To agree to the words the sage has just said,
I'll pamper you until one of us is dead.