Lulu was slapped with probation
And given a John detail station.
Sent out with a wire
And garbed hot as fire,
She seethed with mortification.
The whole wardrobe thing was appalling;
Those spike heels were not the most galling.
That first dress, ultra brief,
Brought the girl supreme grief.
She knew she was in the wrong calling.
It wasn't like walking a beat,
Acting the hoe on the street.
But decked out as a trick,
Lip rouge smeared on thick,
No one supposed she was the heat.
