A 'HOOKER' COMES TO TOWN
| She'd came from down the city And she didn't seem to fit Some said she'd been a 'hooker' And she'd slept around a bit Her hair was multi-coloured Her face was splashed with paint The townfolk formed their verdict "A lady; she sure aint!" She drove a battered sports car And each time she came to town The ladies eyed her coldly And wore their darkest frown Her clothes were tightly fitting And they showed a lot of flesh And her stockings -- Oh, those stockings They were silky black -- and mesh! She bought old man Winkle's farm (He's dead and buried now.) She already owned a poodle So she bought a horse and cow And the townfolk roared with laughter You could hear them fairly bleat When they spotted chintzy ribbons On both horse and cow's front feet But their humour turned to anger They were in a fearful state When they saw she'd fixed an angel To her sagging farmhouse gate Some said she delved in 'darkness' A real life modern witch When the mayor got back from Sydney He'd fix the bloody bitch Well, the mayor came back from Sydney And they plied him with their bile But as he listened to their mutterings He simply wore a smile "She's not a fallen woman And you shouldn't put her down I'll bet she's lived a purer life Than most folk in our town." "Her husband will be joining her And then your fears will fade. And I'm sure that she'll forgive you And the error that you've made." "Each time they have to move their home She beats him into town And just for those few precious weeks She lets her hair hang down." "It's her way of shaking off the stress; Those clothes and all that paint. But you'll find that she is pure of heart; A real life living saint." "She's not a flighty woman And she's not a 'parlour queen' It's her harmless way of coping With all the strife she's seen." "She may look cheap and slinky now But further down the track You'll see that she's a lady And she's mostly dressed in black." "The real life that this woman lives Is not the life you see She devotes her life to those in need She lives for charity." "This woman has a heart of gold I've known her all my life She's a special kind of lady And she's our new preacher's wife." And since they've got to know her The townfolk all agree When you judge a person by their dress How wrong your thoughts can be K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
| NOTE: You are invited to make copies of any poem on this site for your personal and private use providing the details of copyright are included. The poems are not to be used for commercial purposes or displayed on any website. |
All poems and short stories on this site are protected and
Copyrighted to K. D Abbott 2007. © All rights reserved.
