A Plea Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Love, wake not my heart
to a Jezebel's daughter
when she passes by
with her luring lies

She has twinkling eyes
in many men’s pocket
she walks flaunting her wiles
just to trap eyes to her close-set

Her heart is not in her chest
She has it under her foot
And out of a man’s heart
golds and silvers her loot

Cupid, do not show me
those sin-snare hips
and the sugary coated lips
beckoning french kisses

They have no earth
For a seed of guilt
They care not
If heartbreak hurts.