A four line poem that deals with: code names.
We have a few regular customers at our market stall. There's Onion Guy (he gets four onions every single week), Aurora Girl (she really likes our Aurora apples), Crazy But Buys A Lot Lady (self explanatory, I reckon), and a few more. If only they knew how I refer to them.
Had a pretty good morning, much better than we expected to be doing at this time of year. Probably helped that the temperature was in the low twenties and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Mmm, day off tomorrow.
We all had our
Top secret code names;
I'd tell you mineBut it's really lame.