Juney Tuesday stands at the bus stop
Stomps her foot
Hears a noise and looks up.
Gum Shoe
It's not a mystery
Her step is stuck.
When
One two three
The bus roars past-
Misses it's turn
Blocks up traffic
Blows it's horn.
Juney Tuesday sunburned
With a manuscript
and a shoulder bag.
Going home.
