The Chief Sings Praise Of Wuku Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Wuku came from the other camp
and scratched my itching back
where my hands could not reach
in sordid vehemence.

Wuku undid his own
in a treacherous manner
and yet did my bindings
with perfidious loyalty.

Oh, how traitorous can Wuku be
if denied of his luscious demands?
Yet I hail his dedication
where his covetous desires are granted.

So while I occupy the seat,
I made Wuku a Mayor
where he would feed fat
like a maggot in faeces.