A Royal Bedwarmer

Who will buy my lovely oranges I am a whore in the bed of Charles II Nell Gwynn is my name from Hereford I come Beauty I have money have none. Acting is my forte yet I must wait my turn The stage is a busy place, I first must earn The right to be classed as a star Not just a bed warmer Charles II whore I cross dress at times to see how it's done, this art of beguiling both sexes, thought as a skill Yet a diva I will become after birthing a son Another one for Charles to show off at will Three babies I gave him yet all the time My stage work continued, couldn't stop, Illness I can't have, would end my fame Losing my pecking order topple from the top Many women share his bed, marries just one Would rather be footloose care for my son Than be a wife of a philandering man. To know I can up and go whenever I want. Will you buy my lovely oranges, says Nell in loud voice Revealing her bosoms,you don't have a choice But stare and think many thoughts of a man being teased by more than the oranges held in my hand. penned 24/06/2014 True person