You Know Her

"You know her.
She lived upstairs in the third floor flat
and always wore a turquoise hat.
Remember last summer:
that knee length skirt
and sandals that looked as though they hurt?
Her feet were purple
with flaky nails
and her hair hung down in limp rat's tails.
You know her!
I wish I could remember her name
but I'm sure you know her just the same
with that huge denim bag
with a hole in the side
and the turquoise hat
with a brim that was wide,
you know her.
You must remember that awful laugh
that made her sound like a sick giraffe -
yes I know giraffes don't make a sound
but you know what I mean -
oh never mind,
but you know her,
yes, you know her.
Well just last week they found her - dead.
Took too many pills
or so they said:
mixed with Whisky - or was it Gin?
Well anyway, it seems a sin
that someone can go
all alone, just like that,
and she was still wearing that turquoise hat!
The room was a mess;
I heard them say.
When the council find out
there'll be hell to pay.
Like something you see on 'Life of Grime',
oh I think it all is such a crime.
So you do remember -
she owed you ten quid?
Yes you knew her.
I said you did!"