Sally
Sally gave me an eggroll
when business had died-down.
One small and glistening eggroll
to take away my frown.
Thank you Sally; you generous Sally,
whom the dollar has no meaning.
You've bent the rules and made man fools;
and taken them out for cleaning.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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