You're delicious
like a honeyed, cinnamon sprinkled peanut.
The sight of you
makes me want to run
to the convenience store
to pick up
some honey drizzled, cinnamon sprinkled peanuts.
Your smile is contagious.
I smile right back at you.
You're my honey drizzled, cinnamon sprinkled peanut,
my special, succulent, scrumptious honey drizzled, cinnamon sprinkled peanut
that I get to indulge in
every day and night
from afar.
I'll keep coming for extras,
because you won't stop
making my mouth water.
Your distant presence
makes my belly growl
for more handfuls
of honey drizzled, cinnamon sprinkled peanuts.
One, micro handful
of honey drizzled, cinnamon sprinkled peanuts
will NEVER be enough
to keep my belly quiet.
The bigger the handfuls,
the sweeter and tastier they'll be.
Than my belly
will finally shut up!
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Author's note: To learn more about Baba Keji, please watch the following YouTube video. The video is in Yoruba (a Nigerian dialect spoken by people of the Yoruba tribe) with English subtitles.
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Comments (3)
I love peanuts.
Now I want some nuts...
I could say you're nuts. but a great poem