Sleeping Around Poem by Donna Saphier

Sleeping around was my game
I earned myself a real bad name
But I didn't care or give a damn
As I skipped around from man to man

My life was great, each day a date
I couldn't couldn't ask for more
Every date became a mate
And I continued to get more

Life couldn't get much better, I'd say
A different man every day
I could even take my pick
I had a favourite, that was Mick

I carried on with my every day life
Avoiding Mick's suspecting wife
I couldn't tell you how many I've had
I've had the occasional boy/lad

I am quite proud of the life I've led
And of all the men I've had in bed
All it was about was having fun
Maybe you're husband, maybe you're son

What's done is done, I ain't no nun
I didn't hold a gun to anyone
Well that's my past, it was good while it last
The time goes by so very fast

Dedicated to all those men
I love you now, and I loved you then
Now it's time to saygoodbye
I've a permanent sparkle in my eye