Marge Poem by Robert Winthrop
Marge
(If you grew up in Hannibal, you knew Marge, the friendly waitress at the Maid-Rite drive-in. Suffering from ill health, Marge jumped from the bridge and perished in the Mississippi.)
A cigarette, a sailor hat,
A whispered 'Goodbye, Hon.'
Slipped from the bridge;
We're made right sad.
I guess her shift was done.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
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