Jjc

One cool afternoon for obanlende, one gentle younge man put on suit, this guy come see one fine hotel, the name of the hotel now our lord's hotel my guy branch now my guy order for one plate of fried rice, chicken meat pie, he come step down with one cool star, after my guy eat finish now he come out start to dey go winter come call am say make he come pay for he food immidiately my guy hear payment, he start to dey run, winter dey hala tafi! tafi! tafi! my guy self dey hala Tefi tefi ole! ole! area guys for obanlede come catch Mr winter them come beat am almost die before manger come oboy the think done red, why Mr suit done cut out.

I don't understand this.
act like d_chosen 1 and give us a goood poem