Really Awful South Africans on the Merry Merry First of May.

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Granddaughter R turned seven yesterday. Here she enjoys a treat out in the evening. Parties galore follow over the weekend – her sister also has a birthday on 3rd. We are already exhausted.

Now, the end of NaPoWriMo month, and well over thirty rhymes posted, has not cured me of scribbling them – particularly when miffed. This is inspired by xenophobia and the statues debacle – to be reverted to! – plus taking over an hour to get to the Country Club due to roads blocked off for ‘Workers’ doing their thing on the streets.

South Africans – well, some –
Given prospects of real work
Quite swiftly will become
Greatly predisposed to shirk.

They do like to be paid,
And regard it as their due –
Ask effort to be made?
Opposition will ensue.

And “Workers’ Day” these greet
As a chance to have some fun
By marching down the street,
Thus disrupting everyone.

Some workforces of ten,
Get but little progress made;
Nine stand and watch, while then
One, perhaps, may wield a spade.

However, should you ask
That they pillage and destroy,
They go about the task
With all evidence of joy.

These love to rip apart
Every object of the past,
And yet, they’ve yet to start
Their own heritage to last.

They have some petty kings
Who are really quite absurd;
When these say stupid things,
Many hang on every word.

When any enterprise
From the ‘foreigners’ they see
Such folk they then despise –
Eaten up with jealousy.

Yet, ‘foreigners’ they were
When they first came to this land,
 If, to that, you refer,
They choose not to understand.

© Colonialist May 2015 (WordPress)