24

Poem number 24 tells all I know of Sally. A Sally from a food place where foods right up her alley. Where Sally serves the many and sometimes just a few. That Sally learns to service them coming as her crew. She keeps her coffee brewing all throughout the day. It's when she checks her tip jar that Sally gets her way. Her customers keep coming as Sally keeps the pace. If not for love and manners Sally'd win the race. But winning is for losers and Sally knows the score. Without fair play and honesty Sally'd be at war. So come and see integrity from Sally at the counter. And know fair play is possible. A "Sally Trac" encounter.