POEMS

POEM I

The instructions of a father

nailed to the heart

trail a child's steps

to guard and to guide.

POEM II

Sugar in tea rejoice

In soup recoil

Graces be known 

'Cos in it lies renown

POEM III

Sugar, 

Chief in every meal

Prominent in every snack

To the mouth pleasantness and sweetness

To our health injurious!

POEM IV

Sugar,

Seasoning ever sweetening.

Wrecker of our health,

Murderer of our longevity. 

POEM V

Sorrow and penury thy lot

Proclaimed the Preacher

When sleep is thy bosom habit

ODE TO BLACK TROUSERS

Visible in every cupboard

Be it many or single

Adorning bodies

Never at disparity with any colour

Possession of one like a thousand

Washed on Saturday

Pressed on Sunday

Worn on Monday

Kampe on Tuesday

Standa gidigba on Wednesday

Dusted on Thursday

Active on Friday

Thou art chief among equals

Beautiful for every situation

Admired, accepted and chosen of men

A clothing of many sorrows and seasons

And acquainted with dirt and filth

Surely thou bears our dirt

And hides our filth