As Boilermakers go he went

as far as he could go.

With booze and broads and gambling

his money he would blow.

He worked on any job he could

to keep him in the black

and when he was away from home

he’d find a place to shack.

 

So any skirt he happened on

was a challenge and a thrill

and any girl, however gross

was bound to fill the bill.

A squat and squalid squaw he saw,

sauntering by a slough

and winding down a cracked window

called “darling want to screw?”

 

Her black eyes flashed, she did not dash

to pander to his whim

but took her time to rest an arm

on the cars window sill.

She smiled at him, a toothless grin,

her skirts she gave a hitch

and speaking low with breath aglow, said

“You’s a smooth talking sumva bitch!”

 

 

David Garlick, England, May, 1986

(As told by Ed the Boilermaker.)