O, Dame! Poem by Reginald Ruwende

Dame!
O, dame!

Had nature never sired torrential insurgences rocking the yacht
And onto the knot l never clung and weathered the storms
My adjurations would be rendered null

Dame!
O, dame!

Had many a times thy affection not been on the wane
Yet still I felt a surge in an urge,
A surge in a craving insatiable
My proclamation would stand a lie

Dame!
O, dame!

Wherewith blew thee the bloated thread
To memoirs treasured the moments that piled
Vows on the day so solemnly avowed
Much ado about zilch

Dame!
O, dame!
When yonder you landed
On crest of thy moral malaise
Oestrogen levels soared
And so the vulpine roared

Dame!
O, dame!
A rare find so hard to find
Was it worth to wait the while?
Till to nought came the knot
O, damn!