He Pulled The Ivy Out Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

This man, this landlord has
pulled out the ivy. I grew
this ivy from my bouquet
so precious I could not throw
it to the girls.

So precious was this ivy I let
it grow in front of the house.
In a trough it grew as the marriage
grew.

Then this landlord came. He uprooted
the ivy and said it causes a fungus
to creep on the wall. Next
thing he danced on the rough like a cowife. Said he was tearing out more
ivy to let in the son.

Crazy man, he l fell from the roof
and now walks with a limp. Look what
the landlord, my only husband has done
to our marriage!

I came to share the rent and now
I get a cripple. Should have surely
let the girls catch this fire of a
bouquet, that made the ivy, that broke
the leg, that left me with a crippled land lord, my husband here, and bills to pay.

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