Ully

To cook with gas, you turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, it’s why you love, not worth going alone, silken bums who tap, think they're in luck, dance around and clap, circle you like ghosts, say just a little fun, hands like burnt toast, you drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, but they go too fast, you're the one now, to consider them fluff, better when they're gone, no one who has a past, is ever without luck, can always shout Basta, know enoughs enough.