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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4. A buxom beaut ill of repute amply endowed with bits to spare undoubtedly cute without dispute had a penchant her wares to lay bare She'd vocationally strip do the occasional dip her pockets bulged, much like her chest they'd oft cause a trip o'er th' tarmac she'd skip six burlies her would lift: two aft; two a breast Her stage was wee a dinghy room on the quay she sensually danced to excite with pouting lips and swinging hips the flame in her quarries ignite Their feet they tapped with fist in lap attempting to conceal the unquestionable bitty-by-bitty our temptress went skitty swinging her frilly unmentionables No item was spared to the bone she had bared when in marched the cops in line they stood there erect she wiggled her ass-et winked: I guess it's your place, not mine? Clad like Eve sans a fig leaf our Delilah was escorted downtown the commander pulled rank said he she should flank on the bumpety road going down What transpired en route is a question that's moot exhausted the troupe reached the station she bluntly refused a gown to use purred: would you draw me an inked carnation? The time drew near for the lass to appear the air at the station funereal they'd lose their charge who by and large was their best ever prison material The judge was sad his mood was bad his Sunday night romp failed to show he sat rubbing an itch cursed himself and the ***** and the pills he swallowed his manhood to grow Cradling his nether part in waltzed the objet d' art the cause of his undue distress well taken aback his jaw went slack drooling to see her in undress Adjusted in a blink as she copped him a wink: Accused, your charges are grave how pleadeth thee guilty or not guilty? 'tis alleged you scandalously behaved M'Lord, I'm guilty I beg pardon from thee though my apology be rather belated while your service was due I engaged the cop crew they kept me bound and incarcerated Still nursing his nuts: you're nowt but a slut for your misdeeds you've shown no repentance for your wayward behavior you're to serve hard labor under my personal care to serve sentence The remaining accused all are excused henceforth heed the laws of the land this court stands adjourned he looked at her stern: I'll now take this hussy in hand
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