MY GUILTY MOUTH (An Original poetry)

My mother gave me two oranges
Two peachy, fruity oranges
One for me,
And one for my elder sister
Mine tasted sweet
like a sweet, syrupy honey:
It's taste linger still in my gob
And I was satisfied with it

What did your mother give you?
Orange or brandy,
Which linger still in your gob?
I plead guilty!
My mother knew that I only flap
My tongue when my head clink
And when my hefty stomach
Calling for a relish, delish food

I plead guilty!
I must spill the beans:
My mouth is too hefty and wide
Like a River Nile.
I see that eyes shimmering red;
That murky eyes
protruding from its bony-socket.
I heard your heart pulsating wide
Your heart about to jolt out
Of your chesty chest.
I see that face bodily bold
Like a nifty daredevil -
Hmmm..mm, you must cavort to war

Kudos to the king, Herod!
I must give my felicitations
To your unflagging hands.
You must kill to confession...
How many Chickens
Your blade slittered?
Your knives, a flick-rhythm-
slitting of 'Salah-meaty-meat'
That gave my heart to flinch

How many chicks Have you deprived
Of its mother-Hen?
I see that, your blade shimmering
Of that countless bloody killing
Of yesterday's gaiety

I plead guilty!
I must spill the beans:
My mouth is too hefty and wide
Like a River Nile.

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Written, edited & compiled

By @Josediccus

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