Lovl 3.0 Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

limerickally acrostically seriously joker

My bossy boss is not amused. She says "These love poems of yours..umm....are you alright? ". So i am like blushing, but my skin is so dark. Thank God its not noticeable. "Are you cheating on me? ! ".

So i been at great pains to explain that poetry is not necessarily about reality but about exploring novel ways of saying something with greatest impact. I am not sure she believes me but i am under reconnoissance from "The Spy Who Loves Me"...this one not under cover....well, sometimes under cover..pun intended.

So what does a smart alleck poet like DM do. He do the deed in a different way to avoid being locked up in love quarantine. I write poems in a limerickally acrostically seriously joking manner. That ought to keep my bossy boss in the kitchen...where all beautiful women belong. I joke! Women belong on PH cryyyyying their hearts out about men and men belong on mars with scars their cars among the stars...

As usual if you believe all this you need to have your head gasket checked. Peace out.