VERY-MUCH-A-VENUS-IS-SHE
She is a star
who is in the swing
of late evening
turning to morning.
A veritable Venus she
for every sailor-on-life's-sea.
BEDSIDE BOOK
On the outside world
she could spit.
Inside her home
the candle's lit.
She'll read a bard
of the bedsit.
A glass of cheap wine,
she reads what's writ.
Drink and poetry,
both make a hit.
The world is gone,
she's out of it.
She's in a dream,
not a bedsit.
BECKY BURLESQUE
There is a Poison Ivy,
but Toxic Cherry is the envy
of girls outside burlesque.
A cocktail that makes merry,
Becky is the cherry
on the stick in my glass.
She dances on a pole,
is always in control
of how she connects.
Some like it hot,
it is Cherry on top,
dance-pole or dance-deck.
Becky's is the art
of tearing hearts apart,
stockings and Trilby-hat.
A tonic is Miss Toxic,
her pole her cherry-stick ?
I do drink to that !
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