MRS. ROGERS. 

  

Mrs. Rogers,
Gwen Rogers,
Pouring over her Guardian,
Puzzling well,
Once the bell had sounded,
Fag and Coffee in hand,
As well she might,
Telling tales of poor Vicki
And Georgie,
As well she might,
Our Friend,
Mr. Rogers,
Gwen Rogers,
And never a Teacher,
Like "Scotty"
Apparently red in the cheeks,
She'd stack shelves,
Of books,
Of which we'd laboured,
Long,
Concerning,
Sonnets and the American Novel,