Across the sea in Africa
There really is no match for her,
An eight-foot-tall Amazon bird,
Leader of a tribe that is so absurd,
Queen of the Faguchi’s.
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The tribe she rules, composed of fools, but a dedicated harem,
So meek and mild, even their shadows scar ‘em,
Not blessed with brains, no will to fight
They worship their queen with sheer delight,
Queen of the Faguchi’s.
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The king of the tribe was rough and mean,
Very proud of his unattractive Queen,
And been blind since he was sixteen,
So it's a great big shame that he’s never seen,
The Queen of the Faguchi’s.
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A visiting tribe came along one day,
“Humba, humba, take your Queen away,”
The tribe went wild, “What do you mean?”
“You're not taking away our Queen,”
Queen of the Faguchi’s.
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They fought and cursed, made a real scene,
Then the visiting tribe spied the Queen,
Jumped back in their boats like you’ve never seen,
"Humba, humba, You can keep your ugly Queen,"
Queen of the Faguchi’s.
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Till next time,
Calvin
[Author's Note: Clearly a poem written after too many glasses of wine - humba, humba!!]
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Calvin London
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