Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Sunday Lunchtime Stripper

When she gracefully entered
the crude public bar
of the pub known locally
as the Piss-Hole and Star,
I thought she’d arrived from
A far distant place,
where the girls were
angelic and fairer of face
than the ones who frequented
this beer-swilling den,
this drunken abode
of insensitive men.
I thought when I saw her
there’s many a bar,
much nearer by far,
to the girl which you are,
than this loud crowd;
who drooling like dogs
thought you may be,
the perfect performer in
their sad fantasy.
Yet, when you appeared
As a stripper in chains,
You became the source
of my infinite pains.

© James Rainsford 2012

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  1. there are some places you would just rather not meet or see someone you know....where you try to get away ....and what a shock it is who you find there as well...interesting piece....ha, i am at the library so had to cover half my screen real

  2. Yes, interesting poem here. I think I'd pass on the entertainment though.

  3. Sometimes first impressions lead to disappointment...

    Anna :o]

  4. OoO I love this! what powerful story telling in your simple lines. awesome!


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