Oh, sister 28. (Memoirs of Siobhan MacGeary vi)

I became more and more impatient with Robert and Yvette

And the fling that I had with Yvette I began to regret

There was o’ part of me that wished we hadn’t met

And Robert had become a right selfish get

“It’s no the right time yet,” he’d say. “We’re daein’ the best we can, pet.”

For weeks I ignored the others and stayed in my room

But one day I got sick and tired o’ the perpetual gloom

Intuition told me that Robert was a threat

So I decided that I would confront Yvette

I thought, ‘To hell with Robert Brown.’

And I made my way to the other side o’ town

I dressed up real smart

But I was shamed and made to feel like a tart

Aye, a common whore

Told that I could only enter through the back door

And when I was escorted through by the maid

Yvette said to me, “Go away, you silly bitch. You have been paid!”

Aye, ye could say that I was shocked and a wee bit teary

But no one did that to Siobhan MacGeary

“So, I’m just a common whore?’ I asked her. “And there was me thinkin’ there might be more.”

“Go away and never come back,” she said. “I do really hope that you don’t meet Jack.”

“So, it’s you and Robert,” I said. “Is that true?”

“Get out, right now!” she screamed. “It has nothing to do with you!”

I looked at the shock on the face of her maid

Exacerbated when she said, “Why, are you complaining? You were handsomely paid.” 

I could say no more

And walked out the front like a nonchalant whore

My heart felt sore

But she and he weren’t goin’ to get the better of me

And I was goin’ to tell the story to the other three

When I got home late afternoon there was no one there

But the appearance of a man and a woman gave me a scare

I abrubtly asked, “What do you want?”

“A woman is what I want,” she answered. “No one knows that, but there has been the occasional taunt.”

I looked at the man who was extremely gaunt

“I just want to observe,” he told me and giggled. “You could say perv.”

I couldn’t believe the bloody nerve!

So I asked her,” Have you ever done this before?”

“Of course not,” she replied. “That is why I have come to a whore.”

I wanted to show them the door

But instead I asked her, ‘Has yer man become quite a bore?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “The lack of satisfaction I can’t ignore.”

I smiled and said, “Ask him to close the door.”

It wasn’t long before I heard her cries of elation

One look at him and I saw his frustration

He wanted to get in on the action

But this was a strictly female interaction 

He could grunt and grab his crotch

But it was me and her and he could only watch

I was paid triple the fee

Which was fine and you’ll agree

But I couldn’t understand why women fancied me