Ronny

We love this cosy light, my life contains no grief, a yellow robe pulled tight, I dream the dawn awake, fresh from gentle sleep, give my limbs a shake, I walk as in paradise, through these city streets, they scream at me why, desolate lonely jakes, try to ring my feet, slash or turn my gait, rob me of my sight, make the wise entreat, safe passage at this night, wait for sunset to drain, our departure to the sea, hear us as we perorate, love brings belief.

Queenie

In a room that creaks, listening to the rain, she turns to speak, this is not my tune, she says, the song is too crude, the walls are washed green, the moon gyrates, it knows where she's been, Europe's sunlit avenues, not somewhere seedy, soaked in the Blues, wrapped in a cotton sheet, she examines her nails, her long gait and knees, outside's a curfew, the bed's like a cradle, you can smell her perfume, you can smell the sea, sometimes she rages, from a life uneven, love marks her day.

Pammy

Americans of note, look to mountains and ruins, give vent to your voice, lovers only hesitate, at the family’s crucible, she's here to be great, figures to join the dots, sheds a stone or fewer, scripted bigger than any plot, next to the golden gate, blue waters run with news, she blushes on sunny days, joshes with the big shots, always being cute, film is all they’ve got, money men of lower grades, let them fix their feuds, her almond eyes like dates, she always pays her dues.

Pammy

Americans of note, look to mountains and ruins, give vent to your voice, lovers only hesitate, at the family’s crucible, came here to be great, figures to join the dots, sheds a stone or fewer, scripted bigger than any plot, next to the golden gate, blue waters run with news, she blushes on sunny days, joshes with the big shots, always being cute, film is all they’ve got, money men of lower grades, let them fix their feuds, her almond eyes like dates, she always pays her dues.

Rosalie

From her white garden seat, she hangs out a load, time is taken to defeat, feelings like lemons steeped, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, she whispers her secrets, Halloween lovers trick or treat, surrenders perfume soaked, to drink her whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, heaven is her goal, battling granny rolls her sleeves, hanging rifle lifts the sheets, she's no rolling stone, what better cure than ease, whenever wine or beast, isolates her lonely home, plenty are the harvest feasts, Chapel delights her runner beans, there's no public telephone, down these fields of wheat, she's not alone.

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.

Ossie

Panic shall never reign, even in my dreams, whoever holds the reins, best not to moan, hold your own creed, batten down in hurricane zones, note down every name, flying birds who’ve flown, they were never tame, whooping as they go, drunk within some airy scene, dancing with their fellows, all that was sacred, but not enough to see, keeps me engaged, problems the wind knows, dissolves but never mean, love given me and shown, all now tumbleweed.