Wrap those watermelons!
They’re not negatives
Of a camera film
Those swollen melons –
Let’s call them red apples –
Are just for hands that paid,
Or mouths molded within your loins
(And don’t you think it strange
If they brew a belch
In a hungry man’s loins?)
The sight and savor
Are better reserved for the tot-
And perhaps it’s father – Missus!
Written by: Anyanya Bassey
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson