
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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