Pearl

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo her, they wouldn't know how, as loud as their woes, ships blow their hooters, every song sings of home, it's not her gold gown, that makes them swoon, an air of Je sais Pas, she glides without a crown, in bars full of juicers, she'd rather be alone, nothing happens by chance, her soft eyes are ruined, everything comes to pass, swaying she raises a laugh, but what can they do, beyond bare countenance, strange in these ocean towns, these old faded boozers, no sight of her throne, between the losers.