She’s way over thirty <br />Too old to be flirty <br />And doesn’t realise <br />It comes over as dirty <br /> <br />She loves to flout it <br />There’s no doubt about it <br />She’s fooling herself <br />And now she’s been outed <br /> <br />She’s nawt but a tramp <br />It’s well known that’s her stamp <br />She earns a living <br />Hanging round a street lamp <br /> <br />Any man she will meet <br />While she’s walking the street <br />She’s so well known <br />That she has her own beat <br /> <br />It’s all over the place <br />The make-up on her face <br />Child left at home <br />A walking disgrace <br /> <br />It’s her scene <br />To be in a team <br />When she’s in bed <br />If you know what I mean? <br /> <br />She’ll pay the price <br />For her scandalous life <br />Every man wants her <br />But not for his wife <br /> <br />She’ll pay the cost <br />For respect that she tossed <br />When she finds out <br />In the end what's been lost <br /> <br />She will realise <br />That because of her lies <br />Her final days <br />Will have no family ties <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(c) varey 2013<br /><br />Gypsy Boy Varey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-disgrace/
