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Finger Lickin' Good

Old Mrs Masuku’s a mealie cob vendor
Down at the gates of the new football ground,
(Order by phone, I’ll give you her number) ,
Where customers come and stand all around
Near the rusty old drum fired up daily at dawn,
Some coming to buy, some just to keep warm.

Each pip must, she says, leave sweet milk on her nail
When bought from the market not one hour before
And pressed with her thumb, not dented or stale.

So choose your own breakfast, it won’t cost you more,
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Martyres 14 April 2009

This mealie cob vendor is one special woman...very well written poem

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Reshma Ramesh 31 March 2009

Mrs Masuku is a fighter..............good dedication.....well penned

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