Saturday, 15 February 2020
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 we all need a crust,
black suits her fine,
she doesn’t drink doubles,
never walks far,
to gossip is a crime,
each step another car,
works without gloves,
unlike other times,
Okay, when it's good,
but never a chart,
to show us what's right,
she’ll give it some thought,
maybe next time.
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