Emily

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, quick off the mark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, doesn’t worry what's above, in a nearby car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need a crust, a trolley suits her fine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step's a stopped car, works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, there's never a chart, to show her what's right, let’s wait for the dark, maybe it's time.