Poetic Saturday... GOSPEL STITCHES!

 

GospelStiches 

My friend, Okon, is a short tailor with tall morals

But his skills are not so tall

The four walls of his shop form the holiest niche in my street

Where he preaches the gospel with every stitch

Okon doesn’t mend female trousers

‘Cause he forbids women wearing trousers

Give Okon your skin to mend:

And with gospel stitches he’ll turn it into a “virtuous woman” skirt

Just like Mary’s_ extra-large, extra-long and shapeless

He’ll sew a padlock to the waist and ask you to always lock-up

Okon’s shop is full of abandoned dresses

Each one represents a fight I separated

A fight won against indecent dressing;

A soul saved from eternal damnation by Okon!

Standing under the shade afront my abode

I beheld a nymphet going into Okon’s shop;

A dress in her hand, a smile on her face

I gave her a knowing smile; hers is the next fight I’ll separate

‘Cause I know she won’t like Okon’s gospel stitches!  

R. McCoy

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