Bent Over Backward.

Bent Over Backward.

It’s silver and shiny,
all glamour and slick.
A polished apendage,
like a pogo stick.

It’s slippery and long,
reflecting the light.
You can’t take your eyes off
this length of delight.

Center of attention,
it pulls in the crowds.
Tall and symmetrical,
it reaches the clouds.

Everyone watches
the star of the show.
Inanimate object
all ready to go.

Then out comes Briana,
a pretty young girl.
A contortionists dream
and ready to twirl.

A wonderful dancer,
she climbs on the pole.
Bent over backward,
muscular control.

An honourable job,
a labour she loves.
The Indian rope trick
for private men’s clubs.

But Briana did fall,
and tragedy struck.
She got the pole sweaty
and ran out of luck.

She landed in a heap
beneath the wet pole.
And never worked again,
lost in a black hole.

Now she has this advice,
should you enquire?
When bent over backward
try not to perspire!



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