Her virtue and her vice competing streams

Dreaming of my landlady again
Her accent posh as if she would be Queen
She hated  mess and mould but mainly men

Pure and tidy like a new made nun
Her virtue and her vice competing streams
Dreaming of my landlady again

As she grew older, purity was won
Her husband ran away and she turned green
She hated  mess and muck but mainly men

I wonder what might be her favourite sin
Eating Weetabix with milk and cream?
Dreaming of my landlady again

Her spouse  provided her with just one son
His cot  annoyed her husband ,I presume
She hated mats and mice but mainly men

She had no vacuum cleaner than a broom
She polished it with duraglit at noon
Dreaming of my landlady again
I gave her up for Lent but she’s not gone.