Penelope Halfpenny

Penelope Halfpenny sat on the desk
 Then stretched and grinned
 She cracked her spine and so we sinned
 While Ruth in red and Beckett in blue
 Into the confessional flew
 And in that box, unlocked their dreams
 While lovers ran hands on nylon
 Penelope, Penelope
 Penelope Halfpenny
 Penelope Halfpenny
 Asked a great deal, turned on her heel
 Through her squandered ambitions while marking time
 Taught lessons to all adjacent to crime
 From her days reporting the Scotland yard blotter
 Who got who and who got what
 But none of that mattered, not one jot
 To Penelope, Penelope, Penelope
 Penelope Halfpenny
 Ruth in red tumbled from her bed although, I know
 Beckett in blue, hung there bleeding from the springs below
 Penelope, Penelope
 Penelope, she came and went
 We assumed that all her savings were spent
 Her style of drama and her shape of face
 Disappeared with the dot of a decimal place
 While Beckett in blue and Ruth in red
 Might, for all I know, be dead
 And to the church door both were driven
 Or could be somewhere, happily living
 Just in time to be forgiven
 Penelope, Penelope, Penelope
 Penelope Halfpenny