(Based on the story of Pingala from the ancient text Srimad Bhagavatam) my poem:
The Prostitute
In the city of Videha lived a very beautiful woman
Whose profession involved a regular change of linen
For almost every day there was a new man
No long-term relationship ever began
Attention to makeup, hairstyle, attractive dress
Were all externals that spelled much success
Her routine was to stand in front of her home
From there she could see every male on the roam
This was the method that earned he
