Nuptial Mishaps With Long Knives
A young anthropologist cried
"I seem to have misplaced my bride!"
"Her name is Zyen"
And as she lay dyin'
He set out with the help of a guide
The fool had a trick up his sleeve
To cause all his kinsfolk to grieve
The fruit of the palm
Lacked evident charm
And it smelt like you wouldn't believe
And so, when disaster ensued
They all stood around in the nude
To watch Zyen's heirs
Drawing circles and squares
In puddles of discarded food
| Contributors: | Beefy, Karin, F, Roland, Baoloa. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd August 2004 by Baoloa. |