A Lady

A Lady

A Chapter by Dave Brown
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On the corner, of the street

Stands a maiden, with sore feet

For time with her, you will pay

But first she needs a cash display

 

Those who do, engage her charms

Will see pock marks, on her arms

And if a smile she does produce

Such effort is rarely of use

 

A mattress that support her chore

Held up only by the floor

The glasses she removes before

Oft hung by teeth next to the door

 

Such attire she will barely wear

Hangs limply from a broken chair

Her wild display of designer hair

Removed prior to, laissez faire

 

She reflects age old trends

With the service she extends

Each receives for what they pay

And afterwards, off on their way        

 

There never seems time for rest

She must compete with the best

Should others offer a discount

T’is a thing she must outmount

 

Tho’ her appearance may be a haunt

Of those many options, she’s a font

Whatever way there’s to adore

She has been there oft’ before

 

Would there be less to be told

Had she not gone down this road

Hers seems a sorry way, they say

Weight to carry, every day

 

But, how then for those that yearn

To spend that which in pockets burn

Just like each ounce of beer

She has brought to many, cheer

 

 

 

 



© 2020 Dave Brown


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