My Country Girl

Her muffin topped low slung crack
Sat in the bunch of feathers.
Bar side she ran her mouth
and tried new eyes,
but with another four c’n g’s
she took half the man she meant to
and dropped her chips,
round the back of the vets.
The next day she woke
wondering if anyone had noticed
worrying away another half day,
and her head said
let’s fuck the guy who means something
and make up the difference
after all practice makes perfect.