Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Just a Job

Waitressing in a Ye Olde  pub,

Skimpily clad, corseted tight,

Slinging overpriced drinks and grub,

Not exactly this gal's delight.

But it's a gig to pay the bills.

Glad to be young and cute becuz

Ain't worth crap my waitressing skills.

My bod brings great tips, yeah it does.

The boss has eyes for me for sure,

So I have to play it real coy,

And try not to irritate her.

This job supports my lover boy.

Let'em wait for this waitress wench,

Smoke break out on the alley bench.