Marsha Roberts Struts Her Stuff

By Elton Camp An unpicked flower on the ancestral tree, Miss Marsha was trim and prim as can be. Long hair she piled on the top of her head. And had lipstick about three shades too red. Age forty, but she though it didn’t hurt For her to wear a revealing miniskirt. She was a teacher at the high school, And conducted class sitting on a stool. The perch made things worse than before. It caused her skirt to ride up even more. Although it was a rather repulsive sight, Marsha thought it brought boys delight. But the thing on which she didn’t figure Was that it only made them slyly snigger. “It must give the old girl a thrill I guess, But who ever wants to see up her dress!”