Looking for a
tin can sally
a drinking girl
four cans, sally
who’d cuss unashamedly
getting drunk like
me, but then hitching
up her skirt
‘Psst, I have no panties on’
wicked tin can sally
razor wit reflected in
her winking eye
Playing with tension
and leaving lip stick
smears, on every can
stretching in mock boredom
before becoming a jumping spider