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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