Primadonna

She spilled porridge down her tutu As she drank her mug of wine Sank it in just three swallows And then she wanted mine She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes Practised plies down the stairs Played the prima ballerina With her ill judged airs She caught a plane to Greenland Because she though it nice To drink her sloe gin With fresh frozen ice The very very last time that I saw her She was doing long handstands Riding naked on a surfboard Off of Van Diemens land I thoroughly cleaned and aired my house Changed every lock on every door Hoped she got the right message Don’t come round any more Sometimes I thought I might miss her Bur then I quickly shook my head Switched on the television To watch a soap instead She spilled porridge down her tutu As she drank her mug of wine Sank it in just three swallows And then she wanted mine