Night Shift Worker

A pretending game, with costume to match She was a princess, in lonely exile An estranged housewife, with children to watch The friendly girl next door, with a cute smile Pretty eyes, fluttering lashes to flirt Her pink lipstick trade was giving sweet love Knickerless in a red tight mini skirt, She wore sharp steel high heels, a smooth silk glove She thought about cooking egg, chips with beans And a sweet pudding of honey treacle Remembered on being forced to eat her greens Wondered about the poor hungry people Then prior dawn she’d wash away the night Clean and anew for the new daybreak light