Chris van der Westhuizen

Pappa oievaar kom tuis,
Vlerke sleep en snawel hang
En is bloedrooi in die wang.
Hy het agt babas afgelewer.

Mamma oievaar kom tuis,
Sy het tien babas afgelewer.
Met heupe seer en pote sweer
Gaan sit sy op die bank.

Hier kom boetie in gedrentel
Met 'n nek so styf en seer.
En dié moegheid?
Wil mamma oievaar weet.

Ek weet ek's nog te jonk
Om babas af te lewer,
Maar ek het al geleer
Om studente skrik te maak.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1997 (4de Jaar)

Stork Shenanigans

Daddy Stork walks through the door,
Wings all droopy, beak is sore,
His cheeks are flushed a fiery red - 
He brought eight babies, then dropped to bed.

Mommy Stork is next to land,
Ten babies later, barely stands.
With aching hips and swollen feet,
She crashes down into a seat.

Then Brother stork comes shuffling in,
Neck all stiff, a tired grin.
“And what’s this pout?” Mom wants to know,
“You didn’t fly - you moved too slow!”

“I know I’m still a little small
To make big baby drops at all - 
But I’ve learned fast,” he says with glee,
“To scare the students straight from me!”

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1997 (4th Year - Translated from Afrikaans)