BROTHEL CREEPERS

Told by a customer, How sweet.

There's a brothel at the end of her street,

Told the wife who thought it disgusting.

Information from lass found trusting,

Me disgusted wouldn't trust her

Wouldn't class her as a friend.

Mainly because she wouldn't

Tell me which end.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-03-04 at 01:11

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Talk about being left in a lurch, eh? ;) The last lines made me chuckle, thanks.
2022-05-06


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one! :)
2022-03-04