An Ode to Rocket

I spent the past weekend in Pietermartizburg with some friends from Cape Town who came to KZN for the Midmar Mile. I didn’t quite make it to the Midmar dam to watch the Mile as intended; however made it to the shops to buy some food supplies, namely some fresh fruit and veggies that we don’t get at out Voomles Spar Trader. When living in the rurals you learn the true meaning of the phrase “it’s the small things that count” for example…rocket (as in rocket the leafy green herb). This commodity has brought such joy to my life and my belly for the past week I have written a poem about it. It’s called “An Ode to Rocket”

An ode to rocket

I love rocket, yes I do

I love rocket, how about you?

Rocket-it’s so nice you must say it thrice

Rocket rocket rocket.

It rhymes with socket;

A life without rocket

Is like a femur without a hip socket

…lame…

Rocket, you make me glad

Rocket, without you my heart is sad.

If I could I would send some to the moon

To spread rocket happiness like a viral balloon

Rocket you are so spicy and green

When I smell you I turn into a rocket eating machine

I love rocket more than before

Rocket rocket rocket I’m always keen for more.

I love Rocket. viva la Rocket