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Author Name: Premiummazurekd 6 Comments
Date Added: October 03, 2012 10:10:13 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Pretzel Lady my grandaughter Mercedes
Another day, another dollar.
Spent in this space filled with mall holler.
Eight hours pulled back into a ponytail.
Everything clean down to the littlest detail.
Perfectionism at its best.
Even to my green vest.
Forced smiles and chants.
Luring in people like a trance.
Two for Five, salty and sweet.
Up to you to pick the treat.
Dealing with customers isn't always fun.
You never know, they might have a gun.
While your pretzel is prepared, I'll make small talk with you.
About your hair, earrings and even your shoes.
Now and again or any given day.
You'll have a nice customer pass along the way.
Very calm, not in a rush.
Whose voice is like a soft hush.
Making your day better.
In their pink cardigan sweater.
Hoping to be like her one day.
But for now I'm getting my pay.
To see my way on through college.
So I can learn the power from knowledge.
Author's Notes:
My grandaughter  Mercedes wrote this for an english assigment in five minutes.
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 18, 2012 07:11:29 PM Report

Oh...This is awesome quite the writer... I must have missed this??

Another poet in the family!!!

 This is just adorable....HOpe she writes more...

 Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on October 6, 2012 05:33:35 PM Report
Wow!...I see writing talent runs in the family...Imagine what she could have done if she took ten minutes...len
Comment By: Freeken on October 5, 2012 05:27:32 PM Report
Done with all the charm of "whistle while you work" and the grace of Mary Poppins.

I bet it takes a lot of pretzels to get through collage. :)


Comment By: PremiumKymberly Donn on October 5, 2012 07:55:26 AM Report
A witty bit of prose. Working at the mall is like a right of passage I think, a sense of humor makes it bearable. Seems the writing gene is strong!


Comment By: PremiumLinda Jo on October 3, 2012 03:42:23 PM Report
I really like your granddaughter's poem, Dan.  She must be a very special young lady. Customer service is so rare today and yet,  some young ones are taught manners at  home. They work hard to do their jobs,  learn to serve others, and make small talk to help the customer feel at ease. Nice poem!
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on October 3, 2012 10:43:52 AM Report
This is wonderful.  Please tell Mercedes that I really enjoyed reading it.  Especially these lines: 
Dealing with customers isn't always fun.

You never know, they might have a gun. 

Very true -- but also very funny!  --David


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