NOT AT MY BEST

  I wish that I could move away--

  To where's there is not a  soul to say 

  There she goes again today

  To waste her work down by the bay

  All she ever does is play!!

 

 PLEASE FORGIVE MY TORTURED  FORM OF THIS POEM YESTERDAY.  I'M SORT OF SICK AGAIN. MAYBE I'LL BE BETTER IN THE AFTERNOON........

 (Hey, change of pace. Is there anyone from Miss Osborn's Latin class still around!)