Strip Club.

Strip Club.

Up sterte on thee pole as a bolt flashes from above,

withseyn Ik seyth as she spins, springing her shadowy pale,

tosses her fustian near by,the frost cracks at thee tumbling sounds ah!,

O' wat thee komnes at such 'tis plaice of learn'd fellows,

hente with pleasures far reaching within thee,

to kitte thee strings of home many do here in,

'haps I say'th on to thee,thou shuln tweye konne to cuman her tweye ,

or like thine three or four or mooore haha at thee end,thee D.J spins,

she pirouettes swithe and haddes a game, mooch as others I dare not utter nat,

great way to end thee day,'tis was nede I must say, with out a wit to spit,

time to stoppian thee night or day,therwith she call'st from thee backroom now,

wishing Ik could tell moore,sum things e'en Ich kant discrive,

on seconde gepoht another poem may be at thous hand,

after Ich spin a litle spin of thyself on thy pole in thous good mesure aboute.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done