Emily

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, early as the lark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, doesn’t worry what's above, in a supermarket car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says everyone needs a crust, her clothes are like wine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step a lonely star, works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, but what never charts, hangs signs or a light, she can give some thought, maybe next time.