With the bombing of the docks <br />and the Scotland Road boozers <br />you'd think Goering had it in <br />for Filthy Phoebe and her like. <br /> <br />Phoebe, known as Freebie, <br />'cos after nine o'clock and half as <br />many drinks she'd give it away, <br />seen lurching up and down <br /> <br />through Salthouse, Herculaneum & King's <br />to Gladstone, Huskisson & Bramley-Moore, <br />spreading goodwill and gonorrhoea <br />to freshly paid-off sailors. <br /> <br />As the city and her urinary tract burn <br />she curses the Luftwaffe for making her <br />shelter with forty others who do not <br />wish to use her services, <br /> <br />who, she feels, look down on her, <br />reeking harridan in the corner, <br />provider of comforts for the men <br />and embarrassing complaints for their women.<br /><br />Wild Bill Balding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strumpet-voluntary/
