My First Lady

                                                                    My First Lady

 

 Beauty she has, 

Brain she lacks.

Looks she has, 

Books she lacks, 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

The cooked she cooks,

And made waves without the wind. 

The marrow she enjoys,

Yet unable to break a bone. 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

She paints her face like a colouring book, 

I mute, she utter,

I speak, she yells. 

Who is She? 

My first lady. 

The fling she accepts

The fetus she rejects, 

The bet she bets, 

And the bet on her bet is always her best. 

Who is She? 

My first lady.

The attitude she maintains, 

Her altitude is sustained.

The Lord she Loves

But the way she lost. 

Who is she? 

My first lady. 

And what's her Name? 

Akosua Bibini