The Man And His Lady Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

There was once a man, who loved chicken,
And his lady who loved chocolates.
Now, now, they're married, listen!
Who doesn't like strange tales? It's a given!

The man bought her bountiful delights,
Creamy, milk chocolates,
Sometimes, dark rich ones.
A set for each shady debauchery.
For the ultimate vice, even Richart and Puccini.

The lady cooked him scrumptious chicken,
Grilled wings in marinara sauce,
Kebabs and cheesy enchiladas,
Every-time she stole from his rich pocket,
Or crossed limits for her selfish desires.

Disgrace and drunken lapses,
He covered in shiny wrappers.
Owing to the gravity of her turmoil,
She dressed her iniquities, fried it in hot oil.
Ah! Ignorance is bliss, indeed.
Feigning ignorance? More so.

The time came eventually,
Where he fell from the ring of elites.
Cholesterol and weak heart for company.
And she, done with empty pursuit of pleasure.
Ended up obese, and diabetic, for sure.

Their sick selves held hands, inescapably.
One day they took a break from their gruel.
Chicken roast and chocolate mousse, in open air.
And found it rather flavorous than usual.
There wasn't that bitter tang of guilt in there.

The man who loved chicken,
And the lady who loved chocolates,
Loved each other, from then.