Ill Repute
ILL REPUTE
It was a house of ill repute
And though the occupants were cute
(Or so I gather second-hand,
I haven’t visited, you understand)
The local residents agreed
That, though such places served a need,
They really didn’t think it should
Be sanctioned in their neighbourhood.
Theirs was a clean, God-fearing town
And this would drive house prices down.
That really wouldn’t do at all
And so they marched on the town hall.
But that all ended in despair
(The Mayor was a client there)
But, in the end, they won the day;
Corona virus came their way.
And to the joy of all the town,
They had to close the brothel down.
They could no longer ply their art
With everyone six feet apart.
19th February 2021
They Closed The Brothel contest
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