The Stripper
I settled down to watch her strip,
A beer can in my hand.
Impressed, I hardly took a sip -
She’d be in great demand.
The music blared, its rhythm wild,
She worked up quite a sweat.
Amazed, I clapped and she just smiled -
She hadn’t finished yet…
She took it all off, every bit,
And turned to take a bow.
This decorating job’s a hit -
I’ll hang the paper now.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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