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