she sozzled out that red scarf, which looks so lovely around her neck, for him. Just ruined it.

I left my lawn-mower out, on the lawn, uncovered

When the RPF sent him and a friend back to school in Rwanda […] his friend attacked the Hutu teacher one night, strangling him with a rope, saying that he was a génocidaire.

Racks, shears and toothcombs here, sit down: / With such a shaggy, shockdog crown / Who but some rustic, clodpoll clown / Would think of venturing into town?