Annie, my love, my heart’s desire,
I’ve won the jackpot, and the heavens have opened their fire.
They want me to fly you, on a journey so fine,
Etihad and first class, to North America’s vibrant shrine.
We’ll soar through the skies, in luxury and grace,
And land in New Orleans, where music fills every place.
We’ll dance without worries, to the rhythm of the night,
And let the vibrant energy, of the city be our delight.
We’ll stroll through the French Quarter, hand in hand,
And take in the sights and sounds, of this city so grand.
We’ll hear the jazz and blues, that fill the air,
And feel the beat of the drums, that echo everywhere.
We’ll visit the Bourbon Street, where revelry never ends,
And taste the Creole cuisine, that this city so amply sends.
We’ll see the Mississippi River, that flows so wide and deep,
And know that our love is strong, in this city that never sleeps.
Annie, my love, this jackpot is our key,
To a world of adventure, and a life so carefree.
We’ll travel in style, and dance with glee,
And know that our love is strong, in this destiny.
So let us fly, on this journey so bright,
And dance in New Orleans, through day and night.
Let us feel the music, that fills our souls,
And know that our love is strong, in this jackpot’s goals.
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This is part of a poetry collection written for Annie, a Nigerian whose husband won a jackpot, and is bent on taking her round the world.
