Greasy Joan.

She piles greasy grub onto greasy plates  
curlers in her hair fag stuck in her mouth,  
she's known as greasy Joan to all her mates  
two wrinkled stockings both, going down south.  
   
They clatter in full of the cheapest beer  
'' wotcha darling, gan on, flashus yer tits  
egg'n chips all rahnd, gan on, be a dear.''  
with 'loadsa' money but the cheapest wit.  
   
She shakes chips, stirs tea, butters bread, fries eggs,  
doles it out with a great dollop of beans  
keels out the pot to get the last few dregs,  
behind her washed out pale blue eyes, she dreams...  
   
As she shuffles round collecting the cash  
she's dreamily with gallant beaus, not trash.