2 Weku

He'd a stupid grin, like he was
    making out some other lecher—
        may he rot in hell!—could
be the culprit. Should have
    heard the piwakawaka!
        The leaves concealing them
rippled with their merriment.
    Any other time I'd have
     not
when I'm sporting the pair
    of horns he put on me.
        Couldn't let it pass, could I?
when my pride and honour,
    yeah, and dignity
        as a man, were at stake.