Comfort Ndlovu


Sing A Song Of The Fruits - Poem by Comfort Ndlovu

Sing a song of the fruits
Sing a song not of the roots,
A sweet song of the tall tree
that sets our tummies free!

A song of the fig and twig
A twig of the tree so big,
Sing a song of the branch
that cooks our lunch!

Song sung of the fruit banana,
Song sung 'halala! '
Song sung of the fruit mengo,
Sung in mine own lingo!

Song sung of the fruit peach
Sung in a football pitch,
Song sung of the fruit orange
Sung in Mazoe Citrus Range!

Song sung of Kola Nuts
Sung in Wole Soyinka's huts,
Song sung of Fruit-a-rama
Sung by Mitchelle Obama!

Sing the song, sing along
Sing not and I'll sing alone!
Sing like those who sing for Allah,
So sweet the song, sing: 'Halalaa! '

* 'HALALA' is a ZULU praise interjection.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Fruits are nice, aren't they? They deserve a little praise, isn't it?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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