Whistling Goat Poem by Mashallo Samilo

The goat that whistles
To browse weeds as its prey
It swallowed the rub-A-dub
Was it the melody that angered?
The rhythm that stumbled its whistle

A goat that doesn't chew
Flawly swallowed the big headed termite
That had been on guard for Ngumbi
The termite that sacrifices its life for the mission,
When it bites, it clings to the predator to the end.
The game is based on deception

The whistling goat was given a glass of wine
The second glass was offered by all hands
Curiosity killed it, needed the tertia
The hands were weary to the whistle

It was born a normal insect
Now singing with angels
Other parts were amputated
Lucky enough they never asked
Every deed unknown on earth is known here
That was the grazing area for the goat
So it swallowed insects clinging to weeds
Covetous and ungrateful whistling goat