a likgaribe poem - Boys Own Rude

i loved a man once his name was Shia, i fell deeply and totaly in love with - i do not know why exactly but he did not love me i waited and hoped , i beleived and was patient, but it was not to be.


Boys own rude
Lets talk about boys,
All types of boys,
Hard boys, naughty boys, wild boys,
Well of boys, mummy boys sweet boys,
Sincere boys, players, killers, ugly, rich and down to earth boys,
Boy next door, and dream boys, ultra males, and hunky jocks,
Boys who call girls princess, my cherrie and sweetness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, crude and strongly attractive
dishing out bucket loads of heartbreak
they come to you with sweet scented tongues and
sugar coated words,
looking into your eyes and filling your head
with wild daydreams of togetherness, forever ness
and possibilities of only before dreamed of closeness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, rowdy and unrepentantly riotous
Taking nights off for frivolous partying
And hey babes
Howza about I buy you a drink, hey howza about
I come round to your place
And howza about me and you get personal before I leave
At 4 in the morning never to be seen or heard from again.
You see it ain’t personal babes its just games, you should loosen up girl,
You wanna talk, na howza about we talk at three in the morning
See I’m too drunk right now.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, green and forever juvenile
That did not grow into men
But sweet childhood cloaks their facades of maturity
A pretense to responsibility and grown up intentions
Hiding behind facades of grown up manliness
Talking of taking care of a lady, and giving her what she wants,
talking about visits to the kraal and taking care of business,
taking care of family and all that
so Mr. taking care of things when you gonna
get around to taking care of me?
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, wild and eternally energetic
Fired up, hot engines of sleek machines
That glide upon gravel
With sharp headlights
And move along as wings on a motorcycle
Cruising around town, looking out for a fresh kill

a likgaribe poem - Boys Own Rude

i loved a man once his name was Shia, i fell deeply and totaly in love with - i do not know why exactly but he did not love me i waited and hoped , i beleived and was patient, but it was not to be.


Boys own rude
Lets talk about boys,
All types of boys,
Hard boys, naughty boys, wild boys,
Well of boys, mummy boys sweet boys,
Sincere boys, players, killers, ugly, rich and down to earth boys,
Boy next door, and dream boys, ultra males, and hunky jocks,
Boys who call girls princess, my cherrie and sweetness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, crude and strongly attractive
dishing out bucket loads of heartbreak
they come to you with sweet scented tongues and
sugar coated words,
looking into your eyes and filling your head
with wild daydreams of togetherness, forever ness
and possibilities of only before dreamed of closeness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, rowdy and unrepentantly riotous
Taking nights off for frivolous partying
And hey babes
Howza about I buy you a drink, hey howza about
I come round to your place
And howza about me and you get personal before I leave
At 4 in the morning never to be seen or heard from again.
You see it ain’t personal babes its just games, you should loosen up girl,
You wanna talk, na howza about we talk at three in the morning
See I’m too drunk right now.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, green and forever juvenile
That did not grow into men
But sweet childhood cloaks their facades of maturity
A pretense to responsibility and grown up intentions
Hiding behind facades of grown up manliness
Talking of taking care of a lady, and giving her what she wants,
talking about visits to the kraal and taking care of business,
taking care of family and all that
so Mr. taking care of things when you gonna
get around to taking care of me?
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, wild and eternally energetic
Fired up, hot engines of sleek machines
That glide upon gravel
With sharp headlights
And move along as wings on a motorcycle
Cruising around town, looking out for a fresh kill
Hunting for sweet babes to sacrifice upon the alter of
Love, and relationships, games of virility
And moments of wildness
Watch out for them
you can’t miss them.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

You said you loved me
I fell upon your words like a mother hen
Falling upon its young
I was blind to your deception
I took a leap for love
Across the abyss hoping to finally experience
And yet you were never there and I have fallen
Fallen into the dark abyss
When you said you loved me

Boys own rude, crude and strongly attractive
Boys own rude, rowdy and unrepentantly riotous
Boys own rude, green and forever juvenile
Boys own rude, wild and eternally energetic
Boys in this town, boys in this city

a likgaribe poem - Boys Own Rude

i loved a man once his name was Shia, i fell deeply and totaly in love with - i do not know why exactly but he did not love me i waited and hoped , i beleived and was patient, but it was not to be.


Boys own rude
Lets talk about boys,
All types of boys,
Hard boys, naughty boys, wild boys,
Well of boys, mummy boys sweet boys,
Sincere boys, players, killers, ugly, rich and down to earth boys,
Boy next door, and dream boys, ultra males, and hunky jocks,
Boys who call girls princess, my cherrie and sweetness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, crude and strongly attractive
dishing out bucket loads of heartbreak
they come to you with sweet scented tongues and
sugar coated words,
looking into your eyes and filling your head
with wild daydreams of togetherness, forever ness
and possibilities of only before dreamed of closeness.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, rowdy and unrepentantly riotous
Taking nights off for frivolous partying
And hey babes
Howza about I buy you a drink, hey howza about
I come round to your place
And howza about me and you get personal before I leave
At 4 in the morning never to be seen or heard from again.
You see it ain’t personal babes its just games, you should loosen up girl,
You wanna talk, na howza about we talk at three in the morning
See I’m too drunk right now.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, green and forever juvenile
That did not grow into men
But sweet childhood cloaks their facades of maturity
A pretense to responsibility and grown up intentions
Hiding behind facades of grown up manliness
Talking of taking care of a lady, and giving her what she wants,
talking about visits to the kraal and taking care of business,
taking care of family and all that
so Mr. taking care of things when you gonna
get around to taking care of me?
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

Boys own rude, wild and eternally energetic
Fired up, hot engines of sleek machines
That glide upon gravel
With sharp headlights
And move along as wings on a motorcycle
Cruising around town, looking out for a fresh kill
Hunting for sweet babes to sacrifice upon the alter of
Love, and relationships, games of virility
And moments of wildness
Watch out for them
you can’t miss them.
Boys in this town
Boys in this city

You said you loved me
I fell upon your words like a mother hen
Falling upon its young
I was blind to your deception
I took a leap for love
Across the abyss hoping to finally experience
And yet you were never there and I have fallen
Fallen into the dark abyss
When you said you loved me

Boys own rude, crude and strongly attractive
Boys own rude, rowdy and unrepentantly riotous
Boys own rude, green and forever juvenile
Boys own rude, wild and eternally energetic
Boys in this town, boys in this city