Before Table Manners

Kunania come listen, when you eat
  Don't place your palm, down on earth
    For your own mother, shall die no meet

        And you Mayuba, if you kill frogs
         Your own mother, shall balloon a breast

            For Weliomba who talks, while eating
               Your own bowel carries your choke

                   Get the herbs not to, insert fingers in your nose,
                                                        And eat salt
                          You are not a cow, to lick the salt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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