The Reverend Shepstone? Really!
The fence consumes the gourds!
They dip with their calves
They are all skinned together with their mothers.
Kleke in the meantime moves around with a stump,
The Reverend gingerly pulls at his beard!
He shouts “Go to Hell!” to me!
I did not attack but asked him nicely,
He takes no notice of me,
He knows the truth,
The Reverend is a man among men;
The calves have scattered everywhere.
Notes
The original language version may be found here
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/117584
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