There was a young man named Fred
(the tooth fairy lived in dread)
a wild flamboyant from afar
the spice island Zanzibar
a singer he'd been
and sang a good song
with four-octave range
in the band called Queen
tho' considered 'strange'
with plus four in the upper jaw
he had more teeth than most
once nicely depraved
now dead and gone
when he gave up the ghost
shuffled offstage his mortal coil
was no more than toast
finally went bust
of him it was said,
'Another one bites the crust!'
I am thinking of moving to old Zanzibar
Where I shall relax and strum my guitar,
Among the fields of cinnamon and clover
Perhaps I shall invite a few friends over,
To while away what is left of the day
With a drink or two from a jar of clay,
And philosophize on the rare idyllic life
Free from rumor, pettiness, and strife,
In the early morning considering the dew
I will spend some time thinking of you.
written December 13, 2021
VISIT ZANZIBAR
where the spelendors beach found from far north to east,
as well as identically you shall encounter all over the coast,
Its cloud handsomely shining in blue light,
and it's sunshine sunning so bright exquisite,
hence it's beach looks cleaness and neat,
I really miss the word and sentences to explain it,
because it's endless beauty and excite,
hence, visit Zanzibar, you shall admit,
Ali Mohammed
msheli@excite.com
Zanzibar Islands
Tanzania
ZANZIBAR
Above Mt. Kilimanjaro
Shrouded in clouds
I descend on the mystical
Island of Zanzibar
A new age adventure
To look in the past
to contemplate the future
winding through the present
A collage a mirage of spices slaves
Pirates and explorers
Babies wives fathers and mothers. . .
Destiny passed me by
On the road Zanzibar
I tipped my hat, and
Winked an eye
Then, we said goodbye