Nigerian Changes Money
While walking around like Satan
I met today’s Weaker Nathan
And was set to accuse the brethren
Then not in church with his children…
Because of the feared dead line
For end of old currency,
Now in banks yielding a scared line
And scenes of genuine urgency!
“Sunday and you’ve priest abandoned!
God! This fool shouldn’t be pardoned
Elder and his pastor Burden…
Let me off all banks cordon,
To federal capital fly:
Meet president, to you Housefly…
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