Comfort Ndlovu

Once upon a torrid time
In the land of Rig and Rhyme
Was I accused of a certain crime
And was forced to eat Agric Lime,

Once upon a sad season -
For no apparent reason -
Was I tightly tied to a tall tree
And was stung by a brute of a bee,

One day - a very unfortunate day -
When I was about to pray
Was I accused of stealing hay
And was made a fortune to pay,

Once upon a time in Kezi
There was a girl called Daisy
Who always sang songs like crazy
And sang: 'All bastards are lazy! '

Once upon a tricky time
In the land owned by Rig and Rhyme
Was I accused of committing a crime
And was forced to eat Agric Lime,

This time around, I mean, nowadays,
Freely do I walk on byways and highways
Freely casting words of piercing protest and passionate praise
And I will be a prolific poet always!