Pammy

She has some spark, her lovely face rises, shines early as the lark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, cares about what's above, in a supermarket car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need a crust, singles suit her fine, she doesn’t do doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step is another star, works without trouble, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, knows where's the line.