Kreative Korner

 Jamaica! My Island home, Me love Kingston although me come from Frome. Jamaica! My Island Yawd, When we inna trouble, we call pon we lawd. From Shelly-Ann Fraser, yo Usain Bolt, Bob and the Wailers, or even John Holt. Whether pon di or inna music, Me can bet and win, Jamaicans naa refuse it. Hand cyart, truck back a di best joy ride, While eating coconut drops till we clyde. But, that little island full of trees, Painted with white sandy beaches and chilled with the tropical breeze. The home of ebonies standing on feet of gold, With thick luscious lips, from whence stories unfold. Uncle Sam, you can take your bed of foam, I'm going to Jamaica, MY Island Home. 

 Adidja Palmer and his accomplice, Made a travesty of Jamaica's justice. Doing the things, then he lied, Evidence proved that lizard had died. The scent of carrions winnows from his house, Isolating him behind bars, leaving his spouse. Although behind bars he contains his fitness, Even being pressured by the prosecution's witness. But, living the life of an active apologist, He takes the stage as the greatest lyricist. Showing people he has an effervescent personality. He relates his lyrics to that of reality. Although people refer to him as that fractious thing, He will always be remembered as the lyrical KING!

 I can still feel the chills when he kisses my thighs, As I use the foundation to cover up my lies. To get a tsunami of pleasure, I'm in some amount of luck, While he braces me against  the bonnet of his hand me down pick up truck. Very different from his senior, who was all hat, no cattle  Agile and vigorous, hesitating not when preparing for battle. Adonis reincarnated, this God was corn-fed, Taking me whenever, wherever, excepting on the bed. My days without a hoedown I'd definitely pitch a hissy fit, 'Cause Lord Jesus knows only he can find my clit. Giddy up cowboy, I need a wrangler on my booty, Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? Or you want to motorboat my boobies? 'Cause come hell or high water you're gonna ride through this valley, As I decompress like them city girls in a dark alley. Y'all, I still remember how we got to this stage, That very evening, when Adonis had come of age. A day and night engulfed in pleasurable fun, Quickly came to an end, as he was my h

      T here once lived a crocodile that was afraid of water, and all his friends called him ‘Scaredie Cat.”             S caredie Cat lived with his wife and three kids on the banks of the River Nile in Africa.                     A ll day, his wife and kids would swim and play in their back-yard, begging him to join them.                             S ome days, his children, Fearless, Daredevil and Enigma, would all try to wrestle their father to have a swim with them.       B ut Scaredie Cat was too afraid of the dangers that lurked in the murky waters of his back-yard.               O ne day, as he was having a bath and whistling his favorite tune, his friend planned an attack to have him go fully in the water. He slowly crept up behind him and yelled “RAAAAAR!!!!”                       “I t worked ” “It work