Cash now spent, a plan must be made.
Got those old sugar cravings in pangs and waves.
Sweet tea and pancakes lifted afternoon hunger to a fade,
Yet, in the braid of my belly, chocolate calls from charmed caves.

“Got a five bob for me?” I asked left, right and centre.
“Sorry, bra,” was the only response.
Suppose I should suppress sensations until later.
No, must go the mall – it’s my only chance.

“S’bo, want to go with me the mall?”
“Sho, laaitie, I’ve nothing better to do.”
CNA was where you could get it all –
Magazines, chocolates – even a stolen chocolate or two.

I supposed it would be best to settle on the Tex –
Aero, wafer and milk chocolate would surely set me on par.
As she help customers find a book on T-Rex,
I stole a Tex from her shop – poor Mrs. Grobbelaar.

“Put it back, laaitie – it’s not worth it.”
**** that – you don’t know what I’m going through! “Let’s go.”
As concerns regret or remorse, I felt not a bit.
How much profit do these companies make? I’ll never know.

S’bo not partaking of the spoil,
I scoffed the forbidden fruit in one fell swoop.
All would have been a neat and well-concealed toil,
Had it not been for the spy Louis the Fly and his interrogating troop.

Whistle blown and Sister Theodelind alerted,
I faced disciplinary action.
Upon the instruction The Bull telephonically emitted,
I gave Grobbelaar an atoning two rand, ashamed at her docile reaction.
Siboniso, you were a most noble friend.
Sorry for my insolence – you were right in the end.