Cider and Rosie
Cider and Rosie where always together,
greatest of friends whatever the weather.
Rosie, you see was a girl on a mission,
High and dry but not in remission.
Giggling and wriggling her butt for the men
Cider gave her the buzz to play then.
Rosie was a real sad case, outed by the human race,
She looked around for the smallest of space,
to keep her men entertained and content,
Cider was their to aid her lament.
The men they walked by checking carefully
"Hey Rosie" they cried, give me your time freely
But Rosie was cute, and with the eye of a newt
she new this would not happen.
"Hey guys" she would say, "if you want this suite
which is tidy and neat, you have to give me a dollar
for the parking meter is already ticking,
and the landlady is starting to holla."
Cider and Rosie where never apart, because one didn't live without the other,
Rosie was smart and knew from the start, that those stilettos where her cover,
because with Cider and shoes she had heard the news,
that men liked her better.
So no clothing she wore, she knew the score,
of how to entertain her brother.
For whose life it would seem, was better than hers
he treated her like his lover.