The Baker's Boy Poem by Sandra Martyres

Pedaling furiously on his bicycle
At the crack of dawn
Is the the baker’s boy
Delivering freshly baked bread
To the village folk as they get out of bed
He is being chased by a horde
Of crazed little street dogs
All trying to get their teeth
Into his basket of warm bread
It is a battle of wits for this sleepy head
As he tries to avoid the quadrupeds
And save his precious bread
This only increases their determination
To sample the baker’s tasty creation
By which time boy is wide awake
The canine interest he needs to break
After a moments thought
He casually whistles to the dogs
And throws a bun afar
As they all chase the rolling bread
He pedals hurriedly straight ahead
Taking advantage of the minor respite
Steadfastly he rings his cycle bell
The children – their orders happily yell
He hands over the bread –collects his charge
And by the time the silly dogs have returned
He has, his days wages, already earned
His bread basket is empty
But his pockets are full
With a smile on his face
He heads back to the bakery
To plan for the next day,
His street dog strategy