“Chicks follow hens” he says
So nothing will cost him in pays
The “neck-bottle” is willing
That’s why it has rope tied to its neck
Pull, while you have it, pull
When the two balls
Were begging to swerve blue balls
As vein-mouths opened crying burning passions
You forgot of the chicks being transferred into the hen
How can it be?
How can it be that you give something for keeps
And you turn to make the keeper the owner?
I mean who does that?
If the god of fertility has power
It must possess your waist
And make it a waste
So you will learn that
When we buy kenkey
We do take pepper
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015