Auntie Sithe was on the verge of leaving,
To them she was fun, friendly, and frank
They would miss her, and her verbal antics
One day after a lovely lunch she fired them up
Into a spell of laughter, love and self-awareness,
This is what she said to her nieces and nephews:
We've feasted on delicious isitshwala and baked beans
My weather reporter predicts increased cases of gassiness
You're all close to me but now it's time to launch your missiles
From a safe distance, keep at bay until the whole shelling subsides!



Isitshwala -- thick maize flour porridge, sometimes
it's made from millet or sorghum flour.