Charlotte Meer

She is one not short of vices smokes tobacco and drinks beer
When she's drunk she's always laughing happy go lucky Charlotte Meer
Unmarried and childless in her early fifties men to her life come and go
When her every brief affair has ended she never sheds tears of woe
Four months the longest she will tell you that she spent with any man
She needs men for pleasure only marriage never in her life's plan
Never loved any of her lovers true love she has not known in her life
Her lovers she quickly tire of to any man she'll never be a wife
Fifty two and quite attractive strands of gray through her hair of brown
The prettiest looking ageing woman in her suburb of the town
She does not have a man at present for two months she has lived celibate
Perhaps she will grow old on her own never to find her soul mate
But drunk or sober she is happy she is one without a care
One of the few who may die laughing the Charlotte's of this World are rare.