Customary

Here she comes again!
The sweet lady of my heart;
But the spoon plays around alone and the fork and knife work together,
And you are now confused because she missed the train last night.

Customary,
Tighten it up with the pin of love and come to me;
For there can be miracles when you do believe in it.
Nile, vile, pile, bile, file, mile, rile, tile, wile;
The woman came in as the morning approached,
And like the poor man's lamb and the rich man's power!
But she came around because of me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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