Yaretzi

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, mail waits in the yard, she hankers for love, the rest of the night, why worry what's above, with her delivery cart, they ask her to try, the latest bars, we all need a crust, the trolley suits her fine, she won't drink doubles, she never walks far, to rush is a crime, each step there's a mark, works without gloves, unlike other times, when the sun comes up, if there's ever a chart, to show us what's right, let us post cards, she'll be first in line.