Serenity

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, quick off the mark, she hankers for love, most of the time, doesn’t mind nothing comes, in a nearby car park, bums ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need to trust, a trolley suits her fine, otherwise we're lost, she never walks far, on her legs it's a crime, dodging stationary cars, works without gloves, unlike crazy times, she doesn't drink doubles, is there a chart, to show us what's right, not only the dark, tells us it's night.