They both tossed to a bottle of beer,
Had their feast at Christmas Eve,
While they have a lot to give,
Lots of breads to give,
Lavish their smiles as they eat.
Told tales which made them fools,
Masturbated at their tongues,
Bunch of books the stream took away,
They never read, some flee,
Silly, sited like a Sissy,
Wanted to pee at the stream, always itchy to poo,
The weather was cool,
They drank to stupor.
Tony fell to the floor, telling odd and hokum stories she said he wrote
While Paul was taking away by the flowing stream.
Written by BAGUDU ABUBAKAR KING JUNIOR