Grandma was a Stripper
I was an ecdysiast, grandma said with delight
Her grandson could not fathom this, try as he might
His ninety-seven-year-old grandma on a stripper pole?
That was before they had them, she said to young Cole.
He could not picture her as a nude-like teaasing dancer.
My striptease name was young Bambi Bubble Prancer.
It took a long time to get this out of his sixteen-year-old head.
Last thought he had for months every time he went to bed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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