Park Wife

Here's a poem I wrote after seeing a homeless lady checking her appearence in the reflection of a shop window.

Park Wife

She smells of a thousand cigarettes
She never cleans her teeth
She spits when she talks and limps when she walks
But she’s everything to me

She’s never used a hairbrush
She thinks bath’s a foreign word
She starts most fights, gets covered in bites
But she’s everything to me

She swears more than a sailor
She can burp the alphabet
She’s forever on bail or awaiting jail
But she’s everything to me

She drinks Stella in the morning
She sleeps in the afternoon
She don’t ‘alf stench, but shares my bench
Cos she’s everything to me