samedi 12 février 2011


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

The last man was out
So there was no need to venture in
Only the lame wishes of the bride
Or at the very least
The stained necklace of the pastor`s wife
Could dare the marooned king
And put a foot forward
That was why when the last of the Kaisers
Bellowed and camouflaged like a Bafang pig
Everyone quickly dug up their Nagasaki pearls and vanished.

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