My story is very private
I really don’t go out on a date
I feel it may lure me to fornicate
The sound of that my admirers hate.
I opened the door and it was Mrs. Kate
She came to deliver the egg crate
She is so inquisitive about my fate
Always wondered why my response I abbreviate
I told her nothing was on my plate
As I made attempt to shut my gate
I know how she tours our estate
And how much through her gossips accelerate
My story you cannot rate
Not that you are not my age mate
I just don’t like the debate
I see talking about it as a dangerous bait
Forgive me, but on that date
When betrayal nearly destroyed my fate
I made my past and present story very private
Your understanding on this, I will appreciate
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 