Messy Poem by priscah Mutswenje

The road was messy
With awful weather
The ride home was boring.
As the rat bounced on a stuffed mouse
They scarely scramble up the hill
After fantastic moon shone
Frighteningly furious storm swept the sand
A double rainbow alighted across the messy mist.


Tomorrow

Tomorrow will
Come
And
The leafy light will
Shamelessly shine,
Tomorrow will
Come
And
We shall stop
Crying curiously,
Tomorrow will
Come
And
We shall stop
Regretting wickedly,
Tomorrow will
Come
And
The undesired
Shall cannily cease
Tomorrow will
Come
And
The long wishes
Shall be gains.