King Curse Poem by oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka

Once broken, twice bitten.
By rampaging searches got I bliss.
Celebrations of wishes have I eaten.
On the first blissful night, the bride I kiss.
Oh heavens! To the tune of 'ogene' dance.
Shower the earth, this I ask.
And to the bride calleth he Constance.
Tell to the world this, I give thee this task.
Aforetime preceded royal rumble.
Hither, he stood with muscles flexed.
At this stance, he wouldn't with his words fumble.
Time came his thoughts shown perplexed.
Once bitten, twice broken.
Because predecessors past had a curse cast.
Be-curse my blissful token.
Now these turned past.
Curse be bliss
Curse be me
Curse be these fleeces
My miscellaneous penchant thus flee