I had to visit my sister
She lived a kilometre away
So I went to the 'duka'
To purchase some sugar ...

I met my aunt
Out of church on that Sunday
She was rather tired.
Her boy,young and playful
Played his game..
Sliding over clay
And he laughed so much
He liked his game.
But the mother could not bear this.
"Stop it or else....!
The rest he knew.
"I hate you mommy,
You always shout at me!"
The boy was never happy.

We parted ,and I hurriedly paced away
To my sister's place.
She was out in the gardens
And she came
Her two boys were a mess
They happily made their cars
Out of clay ...
Their field was the table
Flat and smooth
They drove happily .
"Stop it,or else..."
The boys cried,
Sign of in satisfaction
I felt sorry for the engineers.
They hated their mother.

I learnt a good lesson that muddy Sunday.