Lady of the House

My lady is a pearl they say
born in muck and grime
a woman of humble means
who never turned to crime

She caught a married man’s eye
by the virtuosity of her plight;
He thought he saw a halo
and dumped his dumpy wife

But when I was a girl
and before I was a maid
I knew a woman who lingered
by the lamppost on bitter nights

T’was her, that they called Susan
who dolled herself up fine
and how she has now risen
this wily mistress mine!