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A fat gas lighter
Bought a scrapped jet fighter
To make skies brighter
Mending the fighter
Wants to become much lighter
As well as slighter
When fit to fighter
He switches on its starter
To force skies brighter
But without engine
And no proper kerosene
He can't bright'n the scene
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A mild acolyte
Became a fierce proselyte
To obtain more light
He is frustrated
By way the Church curated
And he was rated
His condemnation
Means eternal damnation
Without salvation
He didn't get woman
With a naked abdomen
As the faith omen
But he did find
Peace and freedom of mind
And faith that is kind
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A huge loudspeaker
Somehow lost his right sneaker
Which made him meeker
Partly bare-footed
He feels as if uprooted
Or much polluted
To become booted
He was quite wrongly routed
Where pirates looted
But such a pirate
Has a huge and quite full crate
With stuff of high rate
They gave him a boot
Taken from their latest loot
Though for the left foot
Thus somehow booted
He is no longer looted
Or ev'n polluted
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A glass of honey
Inherited some money
Which made him funny
He is no more sweet
But tastes like rotten beet
Or some wicked weed
No one wants to eat
Honey tasting like sour seed
Or the putrid wheat
So the honey
Quickly spent all his money
Not to be funny
He is again sweet
Far more than some sugar beet
Much pleasant to eat
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Sorry, no more bananas today
but you can go to
http://yatib-t.blogspot.com/
to see some of my humble translation attempts ...
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