Sleek

Sleek, seek, see, lee, lees, Lee, leek;
But the head is for Nigeria and,
The tongue is for France!
And the remaining body goes to Holland;
But who is ready to learn from my muse?

Sleek and sweet,
And like the muse of the Stock Fish around you;
But half way to the town is the muse of your lover,
And like the sight of the rainbow across the river.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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