African Prostitutes Old and New
African Prostitutes of Old
Had kept a reasoning plain cold:
In no Sweet Tales to be told
And would little yield if sold...
African Prostitutes of Old
Weren’t at all composed nor bold
And could faint if offered Gold
And closed legs quickly unfold:
Just for A Bottled Mirinda
Or the Perfume Lavender
And you’d see her surrender;
In your served stew Coriander
And around you meander...
African Prostitutes Today
Reject Phones of Yesterday:
It has to be The IPAD
Or you are The Foolish Mad...
You keep fighting for her skirt:
Footballer after A shirt!
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