Runaway Girl

Lost in the pages of her books

She makes for herself, a mansion in the hills

Away from the world, and away from her hometown

Plants and crops of variety, she'll own

Roses on her porch, and daffodils on her lawn

She stands dressed in white satin,

A mug in hand, her gaze on the view -

Horses galloping, chickens foraging, birds chirping and leaves falling.

She inhales deeply, the dry harmattan air

Thankful for her found peaceful lair

Away from the world, and away from her hometown.

If she finds a man in sight

Tall, deep honey-brown tan and streaks of golden hairs

Riding on a stallion to save her from her plight

With arms and feet as big as the sun, and a waistcoat that smells like earth

He'd invade her hometown, drag her off to his fortress

Where they'll have apples for breakfast, rice for lunch and steaks for dinner

She'll bear unto him, children of his resemblance

And make the bath before his attendance

A good wife and mother she'll be

A home and a house she shall build

In a place far away from the world, far away from her hometown.