In far off seas,
chins are scratched,
plans are hatched by Chinese fiends,
come,
they said,
with smiles,
to inhabitants of the Banana Isles,
we'll buy,
in great numbers,
all the sea cucumbers
In return for their audacity,
promised electricity,
two bags of cement
was the only dent
in their financial contingency
So,
they get ripped off,
fodder
gets shipped off,
Islanders
are left with jack,
because sea cucumbers
phallic shape
suggests an aphrodisiac
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