Old Warriors and Pretty Young Wives - Pt 2

The Plot

She’d go to her old man at night

But he’d lost his warrior’s might

And would he take the father’s blame

When he could not light a flame?

The time, it was a-going

Her bump, it was a-showing

Women whispered under the trees

As she passed, through cough and sneeze

Oh, her name was Adwoa

Her old man called her Eno

But her response became sour

As he aged into a minnow

The young lovers turned to fear

Shame and execution nestled near

They had now to run away

Or the old cuckold to slay