Snide Poem by David Aoloch Bion
Snide
Glory, Glory, Glory
Spending day in house
Spending day in house
May you go to that cattle byre
Where men spend day
I will burn your tail
Husband of my mother
The wife sings innuendo
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty
I stop going there to that byre
I stop completely
Because of injustice going on in kitchen
I stop going there to monitor them myself
What goes on when serving food
The husband sings innuendo
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