Ode to Lucie
By Mary Behrle
Though last but not lest,
You'll know Lucie best.
She answers your call
No trouble at all!
Her voice, it is sweet,
Her service complete.
Bins piled to the roof
No joke, it's the truth!
The sort site's nearby
It makes one near cry.
But not our dear friend,
She'll get to the end.
Your bin's on its way
Though there's snow today.
She's sorry it's late,
That's sometimes the fate.
Please keep on the light,
Tell her if all's right.
This week count each bin
How much is within?
Just send her the count
We'll add the amount.
That helps NMRLS know
The stuff on the go.
That's not all she does
Now listen, b'cuz
She's smart now, you'll see:
She'll set your IP,
And cookies she knows,
There's much more than shows.
She treats the staff nice
With never a vice.
She spoils us with flow'rs
We view them for hours.
She smiles when we say,
"Please do this today."
On Plum Isle she bikes,
AMC she hikes,
No strain to her feet,
The huts she keeps neat.
She thinks sailing's fun --
That's six now we're done!
