SHIPWRECK OF MY HONEYMOON

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon
Sitting down to plan my life
Wow! my dreaded fear of my first time
Perhaps my honeymoon day
Travel to places I shall
The places of the beautiful body of my princess
As my beautiful ship .....my honeymoon.

Travel I suppose
Jungle adventure, sea discoverers to new worlds
The adventure to a new found land
Some speak of china, others to America, Dubai and London
Some the fable land of Abuloma.

But where and how will I go with my princess?
I would set out first with the hair
The hair is a forest of ambush and snares and siege
But the brow becalms me when it is smooth and plain.

The dark pools of the eyes are dangerous to my ship
For to be drawn into them will be shipwreck
The nose like the first meridian
Leads me to the Island of fortune

The swelling lips I will anchor here
And hear the songs of my land
Then sailing on, past the glorious promontory of chin
Down to the hills and mountains of the twin breast of the Niger Delta
We may encounter some Island.

As we journey down towards the Bonny River
And I pause at the Atlantic Novel
Where the current carries my captain on to another forest and grasses
The forest where many are shipwrecked
And no further I shall go