The Lady of the Night

The lady of the night

Who art thou?

She stood under the dim lamp light

The lady of the night

Her purpose we may never know

Although some might think they might

Her mission is quite unclear

Who was this lady of the night?

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Her clothes were clean, her hair well done

A figure men would die for

Her skirt was short, but her coat was undone

As she balanced on high heels

She looked the part; she was the one

Whatever that might be

I had figured this lady of the night

Must be waiting for someone

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The night was cold,

She shuffled back and forth at times

A nervous kind of waltz

A dance of nerves not controlled

Was she there to be sold?

Waiting for a lover who was late?

Or something else yet to unfold?

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My eyes were fixed; I could not leave

Until I knew her tale

Then something happened that I didn't believe

She stood there all dressed up, nowhere to go

I kicked myself, found it hard to perceive

That she would be the type

Just goes to show how we get it wrong

And so often misconceive.

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She waved her arm and signalled twice

This lady of the night

I assumed she’d found her price

A man arrived on his bike

A delivery man, to be precise

She was waiting for some food

I solved the puzzle, there was no vice

For this lady of the night.

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Till next time,

Calvin

[A/n: Every month, George's Girl 2026 and I have this unofficial challenge. We take it in turns to come up with a topic. This month, it is "Lady of the Night." It can be a poem, fiction or non-fiction story as long as it is based on the topic. Feel free to join in if you are so inclined. The more the merrier.]