Alobwed’Epie
THE WOMAN
Call a woman a kitten, never a cat,
Say she’s a mouse not a rat,
Call her a chicken not a hen,
Or do, and you’ll never call her again.
You can say she’s a vision, not vicious
No woman is skinny but slim,
If she burns you up, say she’s warmed you up,
And you’ll always, always call her,
You tricky liar.
Alobwed’Epie
I WORK ON SUNDAYS
I work on Sundays,
The holiest day of the week,
The day our Lord rested
And bade us all to rest.
I work on Sundays,
The most glorious day of the week,
The day ordained for rest,
The day I alone must work.
Yes, I work on Sundays
Disobeying in obedience,
For, I need an extra day
To pay Adam’s debt in me.
My sweat stained the blood,
That saved all but me,
So, I need an extra day
To keep my soul in place.
Who else in this whole wide world,
Would assist the lady in the moon?
I alone can break firewood
On Sunday lovely nights.
So when you see me work on Sundays,
Start not, nor make faces,
But bow in honest veneration,
My sweat is surely your smile.