Flat Donna

Flat Donna had a husband who made for the door

turned round

then said
he couldn't cope anymore

with Flat Donna and her days swinging round the gym
her one woman show for scrawny young Tim
or Flat Donna a-jogging round the baseball track
arm in a sling and her face in a pack
or Flat Donna with her meals all taken with water
burning all of the expensive dresses he'd bought her
or Flat Donna's old Citroen shrouded in smoke
which exploded whilst she was chained to an oak

(all night as it happened)

or Flat Donna quoting to the dog from the Suffragettes
trying to ban beef silk and whisky and of course cigarettes
or Flat Donna with her hut glued together with dung
strumming one chord she will soon overcome

Flat Donna had a husband who made for the door

with a mate who might allow him to sleep on the floor

with a mate who might allow him to empty the gin

in an attic in silence as night closes in