made such dreadful prints,
spite of all our help and hints,
feared her monthly tries might send
Unwitting judges round the bend.
focusing was just a guess,
negatives a dusty mess,
never made a trial strip
But pressed the switch and let it rip.
dunked the prints in stone-cold brew,
stuck them to a board with glue,
worst of all, you must agree
She paid no heed to G D C.
readers, would you judge the fate,
by such a reprobate?
punishment would you impose
On one committing crimes like those?
Council pondered retribution,
came up with the one solution
wretch, at last, deserves your pity.
They put her on the House Committee