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The barrister had always been a liberal thinker

An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker

In the court-room she never took of her guard

But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard


When night fell and the judge had given a ruling

She engaged in quite a different type of fooling

Took off on a mission and discarded her wig

Shed her clothes in seduction and presented her fig


Her staircase was made from iron and teak wood

She resolved to slide down into joy because she could

Let loose her flaming red hair and sported a merkin

Which Freud himself would have matched with a gherkin


Romeo waited downstairs and dreamt of her burning bush

Watched with passionate enchantment and sat on his tush 

The house had three stories and a well-oiled narration

A glorious place for nudity and amorous cohabitation 


She mounted the bannister and put on strawberry jelly

Leant forward and slid down on her curvaceous belly

The baluster held firm when the motion went into full flight

But she nearly impaled herself on a newel in search for her knight


Bruised her fanny but fancy tickled ‘I will go down with delight’

She shouted and presented her aperture for him to have sight

When she twisted and lost her footing near the firm skirting

And gave head to the outer space landing something was squirting


Grasped a gooseneck pushed a quarter turn out of position

But she was much closer to Romeo’s crown jewels’ volition

She tumbled down one more floor with cleavage exposed

While her nether regions spread wide open and proposed


To her lover to rig up his beautiful mast before she came

Unlike the rule of law this was not simply a logical game

In the course of events we are shaped by habits and vocation

But being caught naked and crumbled gave rise to temptation


The bottom connecter came loose because of wormed wood

So instead of in his arms near the bedroom she landed in soot

The cellar was dusty and because of the coal she went black

Not so nude any longer but heaped in cobweb’s intricate slack


What goes down must come up it’s not rocket science

This called for resilience pure force and sooty defiance

Camouflaged she wished she had used a rubber for descent

And taken less lubricant but now was not the time to relent


'We’ll play grubby now my lover is always quite dirty in session

When he hears me moaning and groaning in lustful expression'

They proceeded in thrust but the details are too explicit for sharing

Let us just say playful with no limits and wonderfully daring


Next morning with criminal proceedings resting on her actions

She told the jurors a story about handrails exposure and traction

Sometimes she exclaimed 'one has to go the extra mile for acquittal 

And take off all the emperor’s clothing to be fully committal'


12th October 2019
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