London Types: 'Liza
‘Liza’s old man’s perhaps a little shady,
‘Liza’s old woman’s prone to booze and cring;
But ‘Liza deems herself a perfect lady,
And proves it in her feathers and her fringe.
For ’Liza has a bloke her heart to cheer,
With pearlies and a barrer and a jack,
So all the vegetables of the year
Are duly represented on her back.
Her boots are sacrifices to her hats,
Which knock you speechless-like a load of bricks!
Her summer velvets dazzle Wanstead Flats,
And cost, at times, a good eighteen-and-six.
Withal, outside the gay and giddy whirl,
‘Liza’s a stupid, straight, hard-working girl.
