For my Facebook friends
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Whatever happened to her at the moat
I can`t tell frankly
All I can say is that she missed the boat
Don`t ask me if she did so sadly.
With an aunt whose arms grow weak each day
And a second hand ticket no one wants
How can anyone be surprised she sucks eggs with a spoon of clay?
That`s why when I think of her I relapse into erotic chants.
Today as the tiny stations fly past like Elstree
And I in First Class am choked by hungry little faces
I wonder whether even she could have remembered the freebie.
If only she knew moats were far off hills, not good races!