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3 THORNY ROSE Looking at her thorn you smell nothing of a rose Looking at this Rose, one won’t stand to oppose Her pollens generating allergy Cannot but push for an allegory The pink of Cameroon was that of the lobster How come Cameroon is headed by a gangster? Such a pink coloured beauty of a rose In this country takes an overdose This overdose of a thorn, Six and twenty years old, has the nation apart torn. When it started All would want stated; The nation got up that fine morning Surely in autumn not spring And had lobster for dinner To embrace the shiny lustre Singing panegyrics for a November rose That grew to pierce the nation’s heart so close Leaving many a man With thoughts of how to unman And rehabilitate the thorny overdose Or accompany him to eternal repose. ...

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