Love

People like to pander,
So my mind's still in a bender,
And when she says, "Nakupenda",
I wonder why I have to play heart-mender.

Oh, fend her off!
I need to scoff,
Without putting her off,
I need grit,
To say, "Mazeltov!"

She's a set go-getter,
To read my last love-letter,

And when I say suicide's better,
She says she wonders whether God will let her,
Oh, Corletta!