Round an round a cauldron dance
In gleeful plenty all night prance
Clubs in hand also banana leaves
Whack the bums of circling thieves
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Your abilities as a poet are reflecting through this new kind of writing from your pack...i watched and heard it too...many thanks!
This is very interesting poem...full of joy, a pleasure to read! Thank you.
Saadat I really enjoyed reading this poem You have painted a very entertaining picture of tribal life well done
Hmm u sure can write about anyting sir poet. Like dis jaunty tribal rocking song. Yeah truly versatile. Yor latest poem.
What a fantastic scene! What a jubilant team of tribal men dancing and singing around a seething cauldron! I feel these people enjoy their primitive dinner much more than the civilized lot in five star hotels of multi course cuisines, beverages and desserts! Went a hunting with spears and dogs To net for the party few grunting hogs Howling captives see crackling logs Caught them near our favorite bogs Their yelps ring loud amid fiery leaps Cringe at the sight of cooked up heaps ! Beautiful lines! The refrain unga bunga rum an a yum ho ho Oh! This heaven, we'll never let go adds to the effect of this tribal dance! A visual treat indeed!