Ready Sally
Come in early; next time earlier
Sally would always say.
Cause Sally put her coffee on
early in the day.
I was late and she was early
so Sally would have me think.
But when I think of who came first
coffee was Sally's drink.
She liked to serve it early
to should I say herself.
It took awhile to realize
it wasn't for myself.
But then I thought of all the times
Sally had it ready.
She couldn't be that thirsty
and have her nerves as steady.
It's only now I see it clear.
My Sally likes to share.
And if I don't come early:
I'll tip her; and she won't care.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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