If I could go back in time
I would be a Mistress
to a rich man of note
downstairs his maid
upstairs to be laid
he would buy me jewellery
and dresses so fine
shower me with money
in this timely institute
I guess you could call me
his prostitute

If I could go back in time
I would be a dancer
in a musical theatre hall
enthrall…
the gentlemen kind
with the frigid wives
wrapped up in their
wool flannel nightgowns
and when they are dreaming
of flower pot plants
the husbands are
bulging in their posh pants
my skirt would be up
to my arse
no class

If I could go back in time
I would be a wench
aboard a pirate ship
buxom too
let’s have some
down below deck
what the heck
spilling out my tits
the Captain would be mine
I would feed him juicy
turkey legs
I would kick up a fuss
and perform in a beastly
fashion
like a spoilt brat
cunning like a fox
pretending to be stupid
and blank…
knowing he would
punish me
thereafter
and…
tie me to his plank