Thursday, 25 July 2013

Dilemma

It’s a clarion call they say
As a citizen, you had to obey
And for the excitement of the khaki
You threw a party
 
Mr. Waste No Chance
When you saw her dance
Your blood got hot
So, you took the shot
 
Sent to a foreign state
You wouldn’t check your mate
You prefer fresh tits
That you did hit
 
Now Prieye will not let leave his daughter
You’ve made her a mother
By their traditional law
They must keep their in-law
 
Nguamo, the one at the party
Has just delivered your baby
You had fun
Do not run!

_Andropov Abuul

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