A Store Clerks Torque - Poem by Hannah Grace
The cash register let out a loud “Ding! ”
To let the customers of the latest purchasing.
Hear the sweep of the broom, the unwrapping of the latest costume.
In case of the store being in doom.
The storekeeper would zoom to fix whatever was the problem.
The productive storekeeper had to be instructive to keep up the maintenance.
For if not, the store will go into wastefulness.
It takes a lot to manage a store
But it takes guts to be a woman, even more.
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