Abi

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 the bars, says we all need a crust, black suits her fine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is no crime, each step another war, works without gloves, remembers her lines, Okay, when it's good, but never needs a chart, to know what's right, she’ll give it some thought, maybe next time.