on a path where three roads meet
my crib street is laced with dry splendour
whereas up the road there are gallopy wet ways
and down there is a steepy dark canal
as for its prisoners, we have angels and demons
the angels fly by day and the demons by night
many a man is indignant, wicked and wild
just as some are warm , loving and mild
this street habours gossips, cultists and robbers
in the very same way it houses mystics and the pious
for not too far are catholic, cele and pentecostal churches and a mosque
my crib street is the best place to be
not because it is safe and sound
but because there is never a dull moment!