| Standing on the corner, waiting for a customer. |
| Stockings and stiletto heels, I'm acting out me part. |
| Half a ton of make-up, smelling like a knocking-shop. |
| Showing off me thruppn'y bits -- God, I look a tart! |
| Standing on the corner, freezing in me mini-skirt. |
| Ready for some action if a punter comes along. |
| Sniffling in the shadows, shivering and wondering |
| What mental aberration made me come out in a thong. |
| Standing on the corner, radiant with loveliness. |
| Scanning all the motors coming crawling up the street. |
| Showing off me stretch-marks, belly-button on display. |
| Some lucky punter is about to get a treat. |
| Standing on the corner, waiting for a gentleman. |
| Using all the artifice a woman can employ. |
| Ladders in me fishnets. Veins that are varicose. |
| Cellulitis also will be his to enjoy. |
| Standing on the corner, talking to a businessman. |
| I'll go down on his expenses if we both agree a price. |
| Three or four Viagra, taken with Dom Perignon; |
| He's really looking forward to an evening of vice. |
| CLICK! |
| Standing on the corner, cautioning and cuffing him. |
| Punter is complaining that he's been unfairly tricked. |
| Showing him me warrant card, P.C. Eileen Atkinson. |
| I'm the Old Bill, sir, and you sir -- are nicked! |
| © Leonard Morley 2009 |