Worcestershire Sauce Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

Matilda has a boyfriend,
And he's not serious about her,
These days when she cries
No tears fall from her balls,
When she laughs her lips twirl
Like a fried worm-cast,
But no sound is heard,
And whenever she cooks
She always tries to leave it a little bit raw,
And never eats any of it,
Her skirts are like the underwears
Of a rolling rock band,
And whenever she bends
One of the elders must die of stroke,
It's like she's become a living paradox;
Always trying to frustrate her efforts,
I swear, Matilda is crazy!
She must be seeing a boy,
And I think he's not serious about her!