She found herself in moments,
in the cracks between the pavement,
staring at her moonlit reflection,
twisting the time left to her to perfection,
aged thirty & counting
clouds passing above,
she kissed a couple of frogs
one of them, a Mr Prince Jnr
20 years older, who she hoped
would leave her a fortune
instead, he left her out on the street
smashed up, in the soup kitchen she moaned
about his new, younger lover
getting angrier with every hit
then aimed a shiny gun
at him to prove her point but missed
one day a preacher came along
that showed her the error of her ways
' Come to him, our Lord, child' he said
& she did. People heard her sing gospel out in the street.
It turned out she had quite a voice
& this sweet gift did not go unnoticed
now she's a rich singer of great repute
a happy end you can't refute