Once upon a time, in a land far away
There lived a Milk maid, who bore the name May
She was very beautiful in every way
And always had very little to say
It just so happened that one fateful day
Someone tried to rape poor May
He came to the bed on which she lay
Grabbed her arms and bent over to say
“Now you’re only mine, beautiful May.
I’m here for you and I’m here to stay.”
“Rodger, stop this nonsense play!”
The young lady screamed, running away
But Rodger quickly blocked her way
And thought, “This is my lucky day.”
May was shy, I have to say
But she’d rather die than give up and lay
So she closed her eyes for a second to pray
Opened them, glared at him in a way
That made her look like a maiden who’ll slay
“Don’t come close or else you’ll pay.”
“With what? A penny from milking yesterday?”
Rodger said and gave his laughter way.
May took advantage of this delay
She kicked his groin and he turned gray
And crashed to the floor like a pile of hay.
But he was strong, I have to say
For he grabbed the dress of the terrified May
And tore it in a zigzag way
Little May screamed and skipped away
And saw that he was regaining his stay
She threw a milking bucket his way
Just as she saw the main door sway
There stood the General, the brother of May
As he approached Rodger, all he had to say,
Was, “I’m going to make you regret this day.”
You can imagine Rodger’s end your way.
About the Writer
Elusogbon Aishat is a student of English Language at Obafemi Awolowo University. She majors in prose writing, but dips her feather into the ink of poetry more often than a few times. She’s generally an art enthusiast, and is passionate about issues relating to her religion, race, gender and about love.