Three fathers were never
In squabbles its thrice the fold,
In shouts and insults,
Thunder of words thrices,
In punches it tri-punches.
Smiles are thrice,
If all three fathers bring presents,
“..happy birthday my son…”
“..happy birthday my son..”
..”happy birthday my son…”
The ululations from a thankful wife,
Echo in three dialects,
Love and attention she gets,
Hails and springs from three wells,
Three fathers were never .
Thrice the trouble
(inspired by the administrative clashes going on between R.G Mugabe,M .Tsvangirayi,A .Mutambara)
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