There once was a
store clerk named Sally,
Who couldn't subtract nor could tally,
A five or a four,
They both were a chore,
When asked to decipher would dally.
She called her
employer named Corey,
And told him about her sad story,
He said, "That's okay,"
"No math for today,"
"Tomorrow we'll count inventory."
Tomorrow came as she
She called to say she was infected,
She said she could die,
But that was a lie,
Excuses like hers were rejected.
So now she is
stuck with the counting,
And tension is mounting and mounting,
A one or a three,
"Oh, mercy, oh me!"
Her aptitude still has her doubting.
David Ronald Bruce Pekrul