AFRICAN THUNDER STORMS
African thunder storms, we see the ass of an African lady
Shame beautifies our faces; our ancestors mourn our race
Unsettling legs trade our place
Naughty boys clamour off their hungry shade like the needy.
There is nothing left to marry
Those parts christened with wriggles and stretches
They are irritating favourites where Belgium rat scratches
The cloud weeps and feels sorry.
I thought we have daughters of Queen Elizabeth
She royal and honours herself from head to toes
But, we see Caroline with mini skirt and nylon sachet
Yet again the grey hairs become her foes.
African thunder has become a movie producer and a mole
When the camera is on, assorted pants and bra play their role.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Let's revive African culture
African thunder storms, we see the ass of an African lady
Shame beautifies our faces; our ancestors mourn our race
Unsettling legs trade our place
Naughty boys clamour off their hungry shade like the needy.
There is nothing left to marry
Those parts christened with wriggles and stretches
They are irritating favourites where Belgium rat scratches
The cloud weeps and feels sorry.
I thought we have daughters of Queen Elizabeth
She royal and honours herself from head to toes
But, we see Caroline with mini skirt and nylon sachet
Yet again the grey hairs become her foes.
African thunder has become a movie producer and a mole
When the camera is on, assorted pants and bra play their role.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Let's revive African culture
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