Ling'ang'ule

I wonder what magic lies
Beneath lovely eyes of this damsel
That attract men;...
Ruining many a life...

Or is it her tongue
That eats words of palm wine
And savor unfathamable glories--
We in vain crave for...

It could be her plastic thighs
Significant in unfinished skirts;
Inciting our hands to beg, tearfully
Early bringing sunset thus...

Her sacred well she avails
To quench thirst of bulls--
Flossing herein with some fortune;
And vomiting butter!

We lose teeth;
Sometimes see death--
Striving to own
This wife of the nation!

(c) Wafula p'Khisa