XXIX.
THAT OF THE ABSENT-MINDED LADY.
The lady hailed a passing 'bus,
And sat down with a jerk;
Upon her heated face she wore
A most complacent smirk;
Three parcels held she in her lap,
Safe-guarded from the least mishap.
The 'bus it rattled, bumped, and shook—
She didn't seem to mind—