Night Shift Worker
A pretending game, with costume to match
She was a princess, in lonely exile
An estranged housewife, with children to watch
The friendly girl next door, with a cute smile
Pretty eyes, fluttering lashes to flirt
Her pink lipstick trade was giving sweet love
Knickerless in a red tight mini skirt,
She wore sharp steel high heels, a smooth silk glove
She thought about cooking egg, chips with beans
And a sweet pudding of honey treacle
Remembered on being forced to eat her greens
Wondered about the poor hungry people
Then prior dawn she’d wash away the night
Clean and anew for the new daybreak light
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