The village slayqueen,
Back from town she has arrived,
An umbrella she holds,
The sun too hot she says,

Her gigantic thighs exposed,
She doesn't greet people in old ways,
Salutes do,
She says we of the village bacteria we posses,

She doesn't cook,
Smoke is for illiterate,
The dresses she wears,
See me through,
And if you want you can pass her through,
She is our legend though,
One from the city,

She is back,
She arrived at midnight,
She has been sleeping,
No work for her,
She is a city girl,
Her hands are adapted to click phones,
And hold spoons as they feed the mouth,

She throttles when sinful rays of the sun Spears her,
She is known for her Hilarious memes,
With her old friends,
They will laugh

Village lats do not run;
with your inflated breasts to hug her,
salvage some dignity women!
I know you're hurt,
But I beg wait for the Christmas Mass to have your revenge