FAIRYTALE

This is a story of the odyssey 

Who had tongues without mute

Remotely controlled by a minute

Iota of a heresey 

Information although is good

Must be taken out of data

Either from an old book

Or one's own adventure

So whenever we saw him come

Each of us expected some

Kind of education of a sort

And we did have what we sought

But come what may 

In case your mind no dey

After every lengthy speech

A contract was there to breach

A lie to be told alas 

With a bit of truth perhaps   

So anytime you enjoy listening 

Remember, man no dey chop stories!