I've only one mouth in my face.
Don't you have many mouths in your body?
One at top and the other in bottom.
And the rest of are all in your belly.
When my mouth kisses your mouths.
You starts to sound
And if my fingers are in good rhythm
You start to sing.
Because you are my long fife and not my wife.
I'm the fifer, rife in strife, with my wife,
And she is not now in my fief.
Tonight our notes can connect together
In a fine tone to intone a tune.
A sonnet of fervour for my wife.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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