There is this lady who sells good food back and forth on all floors of the building while most of the workers are busy looking at their monitor screens, so there’d be times they’d miss her as she goes around selling her stuffs which are neatly placed on a heavy cart. It saves us the time to walk to the canteen to buy food.
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Two rounds, she’d push a cart full of tart;
Shakes and delight for the Workers’ heart,
For those times they’d catch her.
Two rounds, down the lower floors she’d push,
Supposed by those in the upper floor,
For those times, they missed her.
Two hours run the clock
and Betty is back.
“Betty, I’ll have this”
say those who missed her.
“Betty, I’ll have that”
they would say again.
Then Betty readies
their money’s change.
But when the lady Betty
–a lady, fair and teeny
Is asked what’s her name;
Her answer:
“My name is Queenie.”
For Betty is just
the name
of the bakeshop
she works for.
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