Evelyn

My day is just a swank, I parade a tasty sight, fresh by the canal bank, he kills me with his jokes, wants me as a bride, not a chance he's broke, regards my shapely shanks, tobacco blue in the tide, he’s a writer not a crank, can't state he’s alone, his smile is estuary wide, but a lonliness somehow, not everything is blank, never left a mother’s side, she thinks he's top rank, It's just i prefer domes, who needs to wield a knife, to get things going, he’ll be mine tonight,