I still choose Wambui

My heart has fallen for wambui,
The girl with real hair on her eyebrows.
When she smiles she arrests my loins,
Her breasts have the curves of pawpaws.

Forget about Catherine,
The one with rings on her navel.
I'd prefer using my vaseline,
Than putting my thing in her bowel.

My tongue sweats for Wambui,
The girl with a passion for farming.
Even if her buttocks are tiny,
Her face when she smiles is shiny.

Forget about Michelle,
Whose skirt reveals her underware.
And still she has stretch marks on her legs,
She has bleached herself everywhere.

My throat throttles for wambui,
The who cooks with a passion.
She doesn't rely on chips,
To fatten the size of her hips.

My arm pits drool for Wambui.