Northern Girl

She’s not what

you’d call bitter

Twisted maybe

and still

insists on the best gin

with a dash of lemon

no ice

Just stirred

Used to be a dancer

you go, go girl

He doesn’t care

any more

She doesn’t drink

any more

any less

She sees her

with her dog

in her house

on the street

The one that made her

feel two out of ten

most days

Should come into the salon

for a cut

Not bitter

just twisted

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

 

 

 

 

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