Humour
SOUTH AFRICAN SONNET
Valentine, oh Valentine,
I smaak you so, say you'll be mine.
You are my sunshine, my moon and stars,
my air freshener from the old OK Bazaars;
my beaded love-letter, my breeze in the night,
my coffee, my creamer, my blitz firelight.
My crime-stop, my tracker, you're my AZT,
my pap, my morogo, my Nando's for free;
my lambchop, my dewdrop, my partner in crime,
my chillie, my pepper, my vetkoek sublime.
The list is just endless and this isn't all,
you're my sweepstake, my jackpot, my dop and my zol.
I smaak you, my poppie, so please be my wife,
'cause, Babe, you're the ketchup on the slap chips of life.
