All Female Staff Naked

The Man they were faithfully under Was wasted by Judgmental Thunder: From photographs ‘A City after Plunder’ Or rather A Bombed Statue not a blunder A watching, finishing Morning Thunder Scarier than Lions that tear asunder Just remembered a hotelier admittedly wicked, All his female staff to often go naked: As early as Six in the morning, Bum shorts that set The Heart a-mourning Or sometimes a bizarre miniskirt Upholding nothing but Spiritual Dirt … If he lived would continued to along lumber And much shortened years on Earth number Or around walking with a sure paralysis That would keep laughing at Analysis … I tell you-Yep-The fullest stroke For which one wouldn’t recognize a bloke.