Billy goat, billy goat <br />Will you ever stop strutting publicly <br />In frenzied fancy <br />And embarrassing ecstasy <br />And bleating as a motherless kid <br />Lying helpless in an ill-favoured cot <br />And sniffing as a poor cook smelling ogiri <br />That even a man with blocked nostrils <br />Knows its peculiar characteristic <br />And mounting mountains <br />High and low <br />And gyrating atop them methodically <br />As a professional Akunechenyi dancer <br />With an inclination to please his hirer <br /> <br />Billy goat, billy goat <br />Will you ever stop disgracing <br />Your mother <br />And your sisters <br />And all your female extended family members <br />Or is incest a stranger <br />In your clan <br />Or is your unlimited freedom to have a taste <br />Of every nanny goat's pot of honey <br />Factored into your beard <br />And your pendulous balls <br />An integrated prolific baby factory <br />Or is your hot blood <br />With your body odour <br />A concoction against AIDS <br />Mankind's sexual terrorist? <br /> <br />(c) Chris. Jibero.<br /><br />Chris Jibero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/billy-goat-3/
