Adventure

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There was a girl form Camden Town

came down to Leicester Square.

She set herself a target to

find her fortune there.

 

A sleazy chap moved up to her

and this is what he said.

"A girl like you could do real well

down here in the West End."

 

The girl replied "you slimy creep

I did not come for hire

I set myself to find a life

away from slum land mire."

 

"A very sound and worthy chap

is all that I expect.

You naughty man to treat me so

and bring me disrespect."

 

"Oh no."

He said. "I did not seek

for you to go astray.

I want to see you do real well

and get a guy some day."

 

"But first, you need to hook him

to take him down theaisle.

So work for me just once or twice

to earn some cash, then play."

 

"You see this lovely fifty note.

I'll roll it nice and tight.

Just sniff the line of powder.

Life will be alright."

 

"Good evening Miss. Who is this man

whose car you'e leaning in?

You're the lady in the court last week

soliciting again."

 

"He's just a friend."

she slurs

and cries.

"A friend that's all. I swear."

"You'll know his name then won't you luv.

And know his wife as well."

 

"OK, OK. Just take me in.

As you will always do.

Take my money and send me back

to pay for gear, my pimp and you."

◄ A Day at the Circus

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clarissa mckone

Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:38

Malcom, she has nice legs! so true the streets can take a nice person and change them into such a sad person.

Kevin Connolly

Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:25

"You see this lovely fifty note.
I'll roll it nice and tight.
Just sniff the line of powder.
Life will be alright."

"Good evening Miss. Who is this man
whose car you'e leaning in?
You're the lady in the court last week
soliciting again."

"He's just a friend." she slurs
and cries. "A friend that's all. I swear."
"You'll know his name then won't you luv.
And know his wife as well."

"OK, OK. Just take me in.
As you will always do.
Take my money and send me back
to pay for gear, my pimp and you."

Lofty ambitions can so easily turn into a road to perdition. This poem would be a great Christmas present for Amy Winehouse.
An excellent flow and a brilliant poem, Malcolm.

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