Nancy L. Meek
IT’S A BIRD! IT’S A PLANE! NO! IT’S MY DOORMATS
Thank you, Oscar; you’re so sweet
In picking up my mats for me.
I told Sharon on the phone
You’d be by there later on.
Then I asked if I could fax
My receipt for my doormats.
She agreed without a fight,
Trying hard to set things right.
‘Twas Gloria whom I talked to
The day my mats grew wings and flew.
She’s the one who knows the score
And the one who searched the store.
She’s the one who you should see
When you pick up my mats for me.
Thank her for me, if you would,
Because she did all that she could
In standing by Lowe’s guarantee
To make my purchase hassle-free;
But, if she’s gone when you stop by,
Look outside into the sky.
Maybe you will see her there
With my doormats in the air!
©Copyright March 4, 1998 by Nancy L. Meek