The fatty nanny-goat passes by
A stinging stench fills the air
A bunch of buzzing flies choruses
All round it like mighty bodyguards
Her mind shifts back in time
When a long shirt was her only garment
When she would wake up early
Before dawn
To spread out her urine saturated mat
Out in the sun to dry.
Her mother
Always called her nanny-goat
Her father would scotch it
By spanking the woman
By mid-month she would be sent
To borrow some salt
She would walk off
With shrinking shoulders
Recalling her previous episode
At the neighbour’s shanty.
Nanny-goat has now evolved
To a tender woman
The town beauty
Curvaceous low hips
Big sharp eyes
A destroying smile
The nanny- goat, a gift
From a deceased mother is precious
She can see her mother’s smile
On its hairy muzzle.
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