Tribute Three

Call me what you may Call me what you may, A dog, a scavenger Or even the dirty pig, but that is way too far From transfiguring my appearance, call me What you may even the worst pun but ado Comes on and change my affectionate deed Call me anything that cross your minds and Able to pronounce, even the most unbearable Creature you sort crawls on earth and see if I die for it won’t be affecting my breathing in And out... the routine will still go on and on It is most than injudicious to call me a wild beast Whilst everyone witty calls me THE ADONIS ONE I won’t blame you for calling me a nitwit for your Brains are too weak and needs a fully qualified Mental practitioner to examine its functions awry Will they not call you a dead mental deranged One for pointing tosh on a figure of classy calibre How happy I am to meet a nefarious fool, who does Not praise what is worth just like the fool in the Beauty and the beast who takes his life for a shot I do not even mind to living in the same galaxy With a dirty minded day dreamer who always see Bad over good deeds and spoil my benedictions Of splendid manners. Just call me what you may And check if I will hate you for your blind minds. Robert Musiiwa Mharadze