ACCUSED OF SLEEPING WITH MANDELA`S WIFE (2)

(BACKGROUND INFO: This poem was written and published less than a day before Mandela died. That` why it`s being republished now). We didn`t catch the goat We just could not So we missed our dinner It was so near Yet so far It wasn`t my fault It was that of our godfather. He threatened to make me bloat If I could not sell the word, “nought” He called me a sinner And accused me who am so clear Of driving to Gibraltar To sleep with Mandela`s wife. This me! Would I sink so yonder?