“Oh, Mr Sheffield…!”
“Mr Sheffield is going to… take it back…?”
She was working in a mansion & drinking like a fiend,
´Til a poster kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.
What was she to do? Where was she to go? She was out on her fanny…
So, 9A down to The Bronx because she wanted more.
She’d chug scotch and wipe small asses (but she’s not a whore)
She’s a good shot! She can sell! (You wanna judge? Go To Hell!)
That´s how a Drug Dealer… once was a Nanny…!*
I appreciate the sophisto laid backness of all this, but to echo what others said a drinking nanny being more of an issue for what she’s doing to your precious stash vs taking care of your kid while drinking is a bit of an odd prioritization.
Since I appear to be the only one commenting on it…it was a joke, which I thought was pretty clear.
Avation, Few or my favorite, Monkey 47. But perhaps I’m more of a gin poser than a bourgeoisie. I’ve never had a nanny. (Housekeepers and gardeners, but no nanny).