This salt vendor had a tip
That some punk was cheating on the wife
When business kept him sleeping abroad
So it came to pass
That outside routine, he returned this day
And this the cheater hadn't known
And It was a dark night posterior to a rain
Here he sneaked in to the house
Planted himself before the door
And made a little throat wiping cough
Who could it be? Said the salt vendor
Controlling the impulse to bolt
A salt buyer I am, he'd managed to say
At this odd hour of all hours?
Anyway, how much salt do you want?
One thousand Naira salt, said the man
Taking the Ash-back
bill
He fed the cheater's palm half spoonful of salt
Here take it and beat it, said the odd judge
But man...! Began the man
What do you mean, but…….? Barked the at-room-businessman
Man! How CHEAP is it! He said and went away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem