Feather Heather had a problem,
She was a wanted woman,
Which some might have found awesome,
But johns were more like vermin.
Her customers wanted ready and willing
For an hour that they could wash and wear,
But Feather’s life was a killing
She no longer believed she could bear.
So she scoured the Times
Looking for ways to get out,
Only finding jobs paying a few meager dimes
That made her career change fall into doubt.
Feather Heather could not quit
Her life working under it.