Once again this column presents a piece of "verse" skilfully commenting on current events (this time in South Africa) whilst finding clever rhymes for the name of the subject. It is profoundly to be hoped that his successor, Mr Ramaphosa, does not, through either his style of government or the manner of his eventual leaving of office, merit such treatment.
The crowds had gathered in the streets.
They'd heard a tasty rumour.
Their eyes were fixed upon the news
That spelt the end of Zuma
Their mood was turning rather bad
What made for better humour?
'twas support that melted in the night
That did for Jacob Zuma.
It didn't go as fast as planned,
But stuck like an angry tumour.
Still in the end they got him out.
Goodbye, good riddance Zuma.
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