She sits there like a queen on her throne
Sceptre a fag hanging down
Flicking ash she makes her choice
Of which horse is worth the money
Not a gamble, it’s a definite winner
Mind you, she’s usually right
Her arrow throwing hand would’ve made her
A formidable opponent in war
These days she’s making sure that in the corner
They’re not messing up her score
As she hits the board to win the darts
Knowing once more she’s nailed it.
Ailsa
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