Comfort Ndlovu


A Pleasure Above Measure - Poem by Comfort Ndlovu

Friend,
it is my pleasure to be your friend -
a pleasure above measure!

Look at my face,
surely you won't find grimace;

Consider ye my eye,
you won't find a proud 'I'

Measure ye my nose
that breathes like red rose;

Measure ye my mouth,
so fresher than breeze of south;

Count ye now my teeth -
a force to reckon with!

Friend,
to be your friend?
My pleasure,
a pleasure above measure!

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Friendships are based on positives, not on negatives.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 22, 2012


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