A bright morning it is Waking up with a smile placed on his face Taking each stride with easy Yes reluctantly marching to his work A green cap neatly placed on his small hexagonal head His delicate small hands in his pockets His cologne making all his female colleagues turn their heads Longing to have him in their lives Too bad he is taken Madly in love with a girl near our hood A soft spoken person he is A charmer if not a seducer "Macho", they call him Thinking that he is well behaved Ask us the street youths And we will reveal his naughtiness When he hangs with us in the hood Our pal and guru in the word of mischief Our chief advisor in the rounds As we plan crazy stuffs Teaching us how to smoke **** Last night we brewed umkhombot together Smoking shisha and being merry Yes a gentlemen he is during the day And a gangster during the night We never care really What we know is that In him we have a best friend ever
umkhomboti is African beer and shisha is a single- or multi-stemmed instrument for heating or vaporizing and then smoking either tobacco, flavored tobacco, or sometimes cannabis, hashish, and in the past *****. This poem is for my friend. He doesn't smoke but was jus messing around to make it a bit interesting