I bet you wished you'were'it.
If ankles could be pretty,
You'd see, you've missed a bit.
Your roller looks now shitty,
Wi' rollers top o' it.
F't petty sake still striding
Down t' long and petty road.
The drooping lipstick lolly,
Observing tarty code.
To shops wi' handbag doggy
To corner shop. Alone.
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