Why They Miss Auntie Sithe

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.