Poem: HER NAME IS MONICA by Sylvester Okoro

Her name is only monica,
she is no holy Reubeca

She squarts on a golden throne of beauty
though she stood through a throng of squalor
She is the melting posh
Where men meet the purg
Of their thin wallet still with a pur.

Her name is only Monica
She is no holy Reubeca

With fortified cedars,
She erects ruin,
brick atop brick
her lies lie in the heavens on high
'she can be laid' oh that I sighed
'i want in the road near'
if you know not, her ney is so rare.

Her name is only Monica

she crimes with poingency
so move away with urgency!
In a snap
she can trap
you would wish you had known that-

Her name isonly Monica
She is no holy Rebecca.

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