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Rum and a yum ho ho … 3006-2k14
Round an round a cauldron dance In gleeful plenty all night prance Clubs in hand also banana leaves Whack the bums of circling thieves Our garlands boast a dodo’s beak Claws of tigers cooked for a week Hop and sing and guzzle too Trail chief Unwango in what to do The pot happily boils all night long Party raged the braves too thronged From coconut rinds, oft we drank In morsels raw our teeth we sank Dance all night then sprawl at dawn One atop another writhe in the lawn Yelled and yodeled and let out wails Captives strung on trees with nails unga bunga rum an a yum ho hoWent a hunting with spears and dogs To net for the party few grunting hogs Howling captives see crackling logs Caught them near our favorite bogs Their yelps ring loud amid fiery leaps Cringe at the sight of cooked up heaps Ah! The volcano tribes taste so good We always look for their cobra hood In glee we cackle our horns we blow We eat our fill till the embers glow Weeds, potions, rum amply drunk Full belly belched in stupor sunk After snorting up weed long and slow Chief then shoots up on a single toe Playfully tickles his wench with a hoe Head for our caves its time we know unga bunga rum and a yum ho ho Original. saadat tahir. 30th June, 2k14. Rafha-KSA. PS. A tongue in cheek poem for a dear friend … in loving recognition of the tribal way of life…Inspirations: The treasure island-Robert Louis Stevenson |
Re: Rum and a yum ho ho … 3006-2k14
Very nice
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Re: Rum and a yum ho ho … 3006-2k14
nice sharing..
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