In a new city a gal lived with her mate, She had a lot piled on her "plate." She made an appointment and hopped on the bus, She left without getting ready and making a fuss, Still hoping she wouldn't be late. The gal made it on time by a hair, Being at the mercy of the bus schedule beware. She had a great time, and then wrote this rhyme, Not knowing when she'll go back there.
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