Mr. Skirt - A Poem

Down the stony street,
Where the road spreads out like a pair of scissors,
An old brown bungalow stands
Under the shadow of an Iroko tree.
The bungalow houses four womanizing gentleman,
The most notorious being Mr. Skirt.

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Mr. Skirt is handsome and huge,
His white teeth well arranged like eggs in crates.
The ladies loved Skirt,
And highly regarded him,
For he was a tiger in bed.

A girl for the day,
And another for the night,
A woman for the day,
And another for the night,
This was Skirt's dosage until he met his Waterloo.

One Sunday morning,
A truckload of soldiers invaded us
And took Mr. Skirt to an unknown location,
For allegedly eating the forbidden fruit -
A General's young wife.
And getting paid for it.

Mr.Skirt was never to be seen
For the General sent him to war
And placed him in the war front
Where he fell before he lifted his rifle.

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