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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An enormous pole made of chrome A table set Steve, knew he was home With a tiny leather thong, he swung around, in a world he did belong, with the rythm of the sound Around he twirled, faster and faster The lights swirled He was the master! Stripclub Steve, a legend of his own making A master of the pole There was no faking, no by your leave To win! His only goal! Word spread... Far and wide Stripclub Steve To see him glide! Such dazzling skill! You would not believe! Now, there were championships to be won Stripclub Steve... A man on a mission A man with a loaded gun! How he twirled How he swirled The chrome gleamed The contest won? Or so it seemed But along came Desperate Annie A girl with a most beautiful fanny With her feminine charm, it filled steve with alarm! He tightened up his leather thong Carefully patted it all in place For this was the serious race! For this Geordie lad... The prize was to be had So with an almighty effort of will, he grasped the chrome The crowd was still With a nod to the judges, the music commenced Stripclub Steve was home, the trophy in the bag he sensed... With a twirl here and a twirl there The crowd gave an almighty cheer Stripclub Steve... Was on air! That chrome pole, touched his very soul It was in the bag He did his best Now it was up to the judges, if he had passed the test Two hundred hopefuls in town... One hundred and ninety nine girls Steve, the only man... The talent to unfurl... Could he take away the crown? Now, Stripclub Steve is a Geordie lad... There's prizes to be had He waited with bated breath Had he done enough to pass the test? A unanimous decision! Skill on the chrome! Our boy Steve, brought it home! So there it was... A legend in his own lifetime! The trophy raised above his head! With the crowd roaring, he ripped off his leather thong and sent it soaring! Upwards it flew... Like a leather bat Down it came and hit Desperate Annie, right in the twat! So let this be a lesson to all you blokes... Stripclub Steve, our man of the chrome Brought it home! So spare the jokes, read this and believe!
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