*TOGETHER*
So good to have all of you *gathered*
As we listen to this poem *Together*
That I have to *render*
Under this beautiful *weather.*

I fell in love with *Matida*
On my way to *Uganda*
We were so into each *other*
That we planned our wedding *agenda*
We got wedded and moved to *Bahama*
Where she loves to eat *banana*
Little did I know my lover, *Matida* smokes *Marijuana* and even drink *paraga.*
After I discovered
I shouted oh my *Lover*
This was not how we planned our lives *together*
*She screamed* I know I said *together forever*
But you're just a poet you have nothing to *render*
We then parted asunder

Is it my fault we are not together??

Few years later
I met *Amanda*
whose mother was a *trader*
And her father *welder*
Not long, we planned our wedding *agenda*
I traveled to *Wagada*
To see the father of *Amanda*
To unfold my marriage intension for their *daughter*
Can you take care of our daughter in any kind of *weather?*
Then I replied yes with my poetry *agenda.*
I'm sorry you can't marry *Amanda.*
Because you never *Hammer*
And infact we want somebody that could take her across the *border*
You're just a poet and have nothing to *render.*
And so we parted *asunder.*

Is it my fault we are not together??

Not quite long I met *Brenda*
Who works at *NEPA*
Very very beautiful and *slender*
We got really into *each other*
Her beauty made her to be eyed by *another*
And I also became *famous*
Just like the book of *Amos.*
Until her beauty landed me in *wahala*
When my lover, *Brenda*
Left me for an Army *Commander.*
I screamed
Nooooo *Brenda*
But you promised me we would be *together*
You said you will not leave me for *another*
Do not *surrender*
to the pranks of the *commander*
Come back to me my *Lover.*
And she said you're just a poet you have nothing to *render.*

Is it my fault we are not together??

Years *later*
I went to *America*
Were I met *Linda*
A niece to president *Obama*
We fell for *each other*
With the poem that I *rendered*
She promised not to leave me for *another*
Because she loved my poems and wanted us to be *together*
Even *forever.*
We got *wedded*
And our love never *ended*
Till the day we *rested* (died)




*Pen drops*

*LOYALTY writes*
*08147367859*

What a nice Story
Should i praise you or give you the Glory

Because your poem is sweet and Perfect
If i may ask, With whose authority do you write? the teacher or the Prefect

Well,to fully introduce myself i am Cossybob the Great or the son of Man
Take it or Leave it,all great men were born of a Woman

Gotta go cos it's already late,Early to bed early to Rise
Mama's goodnight Stories always end with "Be good and be Nice"