I pen this without rancour
Just straight with candour
As I sit in this parlour
Listening to
radio with pleasure
And not under any pressure
Cuz it is the time of leisure
Only an attention
beyond measure
Then I heard the
arrival of Flavour
To come and give a
night of flavour
And I know there will
be a rush for pleasure
But relationships
that have splendour
At that very juncture
Will have a fracture
Cuz the ‘flavour’ is
not a good structure
Enthusiastic girls on tenterhooks
While hungry boys
spreading hooks
And completely
forgot their books
Sure, they are going to enjoy
But I don’t know if
it will end with joy
Three-hundred dalasis
is the ticket
I probably never
had that in pocket
But others do and will
pull it from their jacket
And make girls
their only target
As soon as Flavour
starts his dance
Which couples
with his prance
But please, sisters,
take this advice
‘Your prides have no price’
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