Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


The Goodtime Girl


The goodtime girl
Lives life in a whirl
Insolent smile
Overtly tactile

Obsessively gregarious
Reputation precarious
Always in haste
Lacking in taste

She leaves no doubt
She puts it about
She likes to play
But never to pay

Willing to dance
And take a chance
She likes to drink
Not stop and think

She will go out
Show off and pout
She will stay in
To commit her sin

She’ll take any man
Any man she can
Any time any place
She has the face

She loves to strut
Onlookers tut tut
Doing her stuff
Can’t get enough

Think’s it’s alluring
Spending time whoring
But then tomorrow
She’s tempered with sorrow

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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