What most daughters of Eve
Here call love
Is a thriving money market
A cash and carry racket
Like a black forex outlet
With plenty Naira to reap
Daily from a mountainous heap
Transactions domiciled in Dollars
Affection dispensed in Euros
And damsels willing
To lightly mate with beasts
At the slightest whiff of Sterling.
(C) Chris Jibero.2003.
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