The Flowers That Were Yellow Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Telling it- was really hard,
We'd to walk to the field,
a yard off the main farm,
of a sharp shard in form,
We'd thought it was an Orchard,
telling what it was, was hard,
it was bad that the yellow
was lizard flowers so mellow,
We picked some and squeezed,
queer as it was and sneezed,
we killed all the sodom apple,
an ample generation of mapple,
those flowers that were yellow,
Dying for vase was really so low.