Old Tale Of Habeeb Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

Once upon a time
That is always for a comic tales
There was a time
That is mostly for a tragic tales
I become so sad
How do I tell you about him
A man that live
And those times was never left
Untouched.

Would you let me tell you of a tale?
If i speak to you of rainbows
I will speak of many colors
If I speak to you if human
I will speak of two colors
Rainbow of seven colors
Human of two colors
That's the beauty of creations
Colors of differences
Time of differences
Sober or fun.

Wallahi, I must tell you about Habeeb
When he said so, he's irony
I will cut my tongue to say he is lying
Seriously, he can be fun
But don't wait for him till he stop
Saying (Dan shegiya)
He is a brother of contemptuous
Even in serious cases
He can be so annoying
Especially during matches at pitch
But what is memory without a meme
Of sadness and what after

Here is my gift to you
From my people and yours
From my flower who speaks only my language
From the students who can't yell at you
Congratulations wallahi
What else could we wish for
If not triplets three times
And wealth million times
And for the good memories to continue
And we won't create a time
To stop you from your words
Dan Shegiya!