because mujahid has been showering me with so much compliments and sweet words, i thought it only right to write a poem for him. a limerick actually, but i think it sums it beautifully.

its called CURDLE MY MILK.

There was once and old man called mujahid
Whos passion was wasted cos of what he did
He saw a goat and made a decision
To try out an unusual position
Now hes a father to a light brown billy kid