The blue suit on the line

In the tall and huge cotton tree is mine

For my birthday gift that time

My late beloved dad bought it when I was only nine

And always told me to wear it when it was time to dine

On my twentieth birthday eve the sun had to shine

Mama washed it very clean and left it on the line

So busy, she simply forgot to take it from the line

Now the tree has grown so very huge and tall in years

Even taller that nobody can ever reach it with his hands

Today, I can only see it hanging with my hungry little eyes

The tree is so leafy, but I can still see my childhood suit hanging on the line

And the more it hangs on the line in the tree

The more it shines and looks so very fine

How I wish a Goliah was hern to bring it down from the line!

I’m so much in love with it and need it every time

But there it hangs clean, where only I can see it on the line

Great grandpa planted this carton tree

When, grandpa said, he was just, and I said just, ninety nine

He was too old, yes, but still very spry for his age

Great grandpa had some ninety nine young and lovely wives

Each of whom he allegedly satisfied well every single night

Like a medical doctor, he completed his rounds every night at nine

I’m told he was never the least exhausted at all

Half of these ninety nine wives gave birth in July yearly

The rest in December each year, and each had a twins or triplet

The only drink he took, I’m told, was Raphia Palm win

This is very moderate in taste but foams like Club Beer

This is not as sweet as an oil Palm Tree wine

Dad’s step pa, I heard, was a very nice Kyne

But as nice as the Kynes were, he was not really kind

When a Kyne is walking with you, he will always stay behind

I hope very soon one of them will be thine

One of them, they say, is very greedy

And whenever you meet, you will see the sign blue suit . . .?

I know a charming young lady who really loves money

And as true that is, she is never humble to say good "morning!"

Once she choked her loved one on the market wall for money

Pushed him against the market building until he fell in coma

He was too drunk with shame he hardly knew what to do with her

She fished into his pockets and left him completely broke

If I’m not in a serious error; and I hope I’m not

Joe, I think, that’s the very lady now hanging in your life

The heavy tumba and big, big breasts are her trump card

And there she comes again, my boy, ha, ha, ha!

I just laugh for this and that, my boy

But try hard, the boss man is very, very sneaky, or …

God works so mysteriously, yes, my dear

I will be just thirty on my next birthday in days

But my grandson will be celebrating his fiftieth tomorrow

He was born when I was just learning how to craw

His mom will be, say, just twenty-four this June

This is really "climate change," BBC says, of course

At the graduation party of one college graduate last weekend

We really enjoyed his articulation of the queen’s language

We clapped and clapped and clapped and clapped until we clapped

When he said, "When I says I will do it, I really means it…"

Is it also some climate change in the queen’s language?

Probably not, but that’s the hard realities of the "computer age"

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As the fun continued, his grandma said in tears of joy,

"Son, your grandpa says I hate him, but I never really does"

An elementary student in the crowd rose to leave

"Where are you going, young man," the honoree asked

"Sir, my stomach is aching from your speech; it’s so enjoyable!"

"Really," he smiled, "I thought I did not did well enough"

My nice blue suit is still on the line in the tall, tall tree

My great frandpa who plamted the tree at ninery nine

Quietly left the scenes while still in his prime at 125 years

He was honorably and mournfully buried under the very tree;

That which still hangs on the line is my birthday suit at nine

My Fula boy who made it for me has also left for home ages ago

Only a few feet from this tall carton tree

My late beloved uncle Doco also planted a kola tree

And the nuts come in three lowly colors -

Pink, white and red; and only the red is so very bitter

Give the pink to a girl whose love you are not sure of;

The white to your very loving and caring darling baby,

The white to your very loving and caring darling bay, boy.