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.
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