Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star
She got them stuck on her bits, they are
Shining from the lights above
As she caresses her booty with a Michael Jackson glove

 Twinkle, twinkle booty sister
Pole dancing in shoes that gave her a blister
Sweating from the spot lights below
Gives her an even juicy glow

Men stuff money between her cheeks and toes
They get poorer while her money grows
Twinkle, twinkle pole dance girl 
Providing men with an all night thrill
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Nutter Avatar
October 7, 2010 at 4:56 PM
Another unique twist on an old favorite. Created and delivered as only the Mad Poet could.
Culverhouse Avatar
October 6, 2010 at 7:55 AM
back to work, cleaning out the closets...fun fun!
Neels Avatar
October 1, 2010 at 4:23 AM
After reading this one, I am wondering you are sad Mr H ;) you just have a way of turning them around completely lol
Guzzi Avatar
September 30, 2010 at 7:12 PM
I'm someone with a Jewish father whose family fled the killings in Russia to Germany (yup Jewish folks are so smart ;) a couple of them didn't die in the camps and made it to England.Then they got a boat to the USA & New York. My Mom's family, the were from around York England, one married the Capt. of the Mayflower & Came to the USA. So Mom's family was protestant, I married a Catholic LOL SO we are all BIG mixed up bags of tricks aye? (Remember the poem must be in a dialect...) Light & Love
Dietrich Avatar
September 30, 2010 at 5:18 PM
ahaha. I didn't get it till after stanza one. Wondered what the heck you meant by that first stanza and then suddenly it became clear. A very entertainging one, Sidney. LUv, Andrea
A   Avatar
September 30, 2010 at 4:32 PM
okay not the one I like telling my youngest. I will never think of this one the same again,.lol..That is just sad..the cheap thrills of men,,,ha ha ha ,, good one though,..p.d.
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