TOO MUCH OF A LADY:

She was too much of a lady for her own bloody good,

Behaving always well, as her old Papa said she should,

Never ever blaspheming, never a swear word nor a curse,

Always restricted & controlled, whatever could be worse?

 

She was never lifting petticoats, for the first man around,

Minding all her P´s & Q´s, she´s never deeming to astound,

Never imbibing more than tonic, without one gin too many,

Not even ever spending, more than one tiny necessary penny.

 

She was always too much of a lady, ever vigilant & prudent,

Her eyes down, head down, skirts down, the ever A1 student,

Keeping her modulated voice down & never making a scene,

But that was the old “Her”, a lady who was, & the “has been”.

 

It is now the time of her Crone-dom, her heyday & her time,

Now it´s time to hit the dance halls, the Harleys & red wine,

 Saying out loud “Look at me now Papa, if only you could see,

That being a bloody lady, did absolutely nothing at all for me.