Thamsanqa Job Mzamo
The Dog-Pedding Cyclist - Poem by Thamsanqa Job Mzamo
I see a lonely figure,
Perch'd on a bike,
Cycling down the streets-
In his front carrier, ears peak'd,
Is a small, brown Pekingese:
'R100' he'd say, 'fine breed! '
I shan't call him by name,
But just dub him:
'The Dog-peddling Cyclist! '
He's a sorry sight, yet determined
To make a living, peddling dogs
To keep the wolf away from his door:
'By the sweat of your brows
shall you eat your bread! '
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