Honky Tonk Girl Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-HONKY TONK GIRL--

She works all week 'till Friday
Goes home at 3 P.M.
She jumps into the shower
Fixing herself up for them.

She dresses in her best blue jeans
Red sequined chemise and all
And walks into the Honky Tonk
Striding to the table against the wall.

The guys...they're looking closely
Admiring all she has displayed
Like bees buzzing 'round the hive
They are by her, enslaved.....

She picks and chooses carefully
From all that do admire
Then turns on her simmering charm
To light their inner Fire.

And after all the flirtings done,
She takes him home to play
Knowing that by morning
Her admirer, has gone away.

An empty bed, when she awakes,
So sad she feels right now
For what she yearns...is to have some Love.
She really Doesn't care how.

How lonely, in this world, she is
As each week she goes to work
Then every weekend is just the same
As men, do her lifestyle, smirk.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline


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