I was told by my father
Never to eat the bearded meat
Of a woman
He said the water in a coconut
Makes little children dull
For no one knew where from it comes
That fermented palm wine
In the calabash of glory
Shouldn't be pursued at a young age
Before maturity is assumed
One need break the yoke of indiscipline
Never be lured my son he said
To kiss that paradise of a strange woman
There is a fruit of many sweetness
Between her soft enticing walls
Such have stolen the strength
and will of many great kings
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