Miss Mary rose late one Monday morn, <br />Pushing the snooze button one too many times. <br />Now trying to pull her-self together, <br />She couldn’t find what she’d washed upon the line. <br /> <br />No stockings, and no clean panties to wear, <br />She thought, “What is a gal to do? ” <br />If I am late again…I’m afraid this job I’ll lose! <br /> <br />So with some strong conviction felt, <br />She threw on a skirt and blouse. <br />And boots that covered most her leg, <br />She flew out of the house. <br /> <br />A gust of wind came blowing by, <br />As her bus did round the curve. <br />Revealing all that Mary had, <br />Some on the bus said, “What a nerve! ” <br /> <br />But Mary paid no never mind, <br />Jumped on the bus and placed a token in the driver’s hand. <br />While with a snickering smile upon his face, <br />He said, “Nice to see all of you Miss Mary Again! ”<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-or-nothing-at-all-2/
