Lost In the City
I was walking home from work about four thirty in the morn,
and was crossing o’er the railway line before the coming dawn,
when my foot slipped off the iron rail and I felt my ankle sprain,
then had to crawl across the ballast when I heard a coming train.
I limped across uneven ground with what was searing pain,
thankful that I weren’t knocked out with the oncoming train.
I made it to me cottage home and on me foot I placed some ice,
then in the morning rang the factory - but then I paid the price.
I had to take some time off work because of what me doctor said.
“You’re gunna need some x-rays because it might be broke instead”.
And so I’m hobbling ‘round the hospital with crutches for support,
and when the paper works presented, Work Cover states it is a rort.
Now I had to see their doctor who would put me through a test,
to see if me ankle’s quite as bad as what me doctor had addressed,
and their office is in Richmond, that for a country bloke is bleak,
for he’s not used to city traffic and must camp there for a week.
So it is Friday afternoon and now the traffic’s stopped to crawl,
for the traffic’s in peak hour and at the lights me car does stall,
but then something pleasant happened; that others say is rude,
a woman cleaned my windscreen and completely in the nude.
I forgot about me ankle and the pain I’m going through,
as I watched her through me windscreen display her ‘wriggling two’,
but I missed the mongrel she employed helping with her sting,
who opened up me back door and knocked off everything.
I kicked meself for getting caught; but only literally of course,
because me ankle it is killing me and so me mind is all remorse.
To think I let this naked woman lead me into what’s a trap,
using her alluring body with me completely in a flap.
And for this simple country fella who thought he’d had a city buzz,
I must admit this naked woman is very good at what she does.
She got me seven times on Sat’dy, and five times on the Sunday,
and luckily for me I guess - I couldn’t find her on the Monday.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2018
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