Ode to uKrease

I smaak you stukkend, please say you'll be mine, You're my moon, my stars and my beach day sunshine.
You're so handsome, it makes me go 'wow', You're better than a proper Durban bunnychow.

You're my beaded love letter, my breeze in the night, You're my tea, my koeksister, my Blitz firelight You're my Discovery, my Tracker, my ADT My pap, Mrs Balls Chutney, my Nandos for free:

You're my lamb chop, my gumdrop, my partner in crime, My chilli, my roti, my samoosa sublime.
The list is just endless and that isn't all.
You're my Lotto jackpot, my Bioplus, my zol.
Bru', you're my 4X4 when the road is hilly, You're the Clover pure butter on my mielie.

One look from you and I can float to the sky I feel like the Springboks have just scored a try.
At this rate Kulula's popularity might die, 'Cos for me you're the only and best way to fly :)

This, my snoekie, is the only start,
'Cos you're taken the cable car straight to my heart!
So, if I were the fork, then would you please be my knife?
'Cos, bokkie, you're the tomato sauce on the slap chips of my life!