My
sister the stripper, the belle of the ball.
Push-up-bra-tip-cup
she’s gone by last call.
Exceeds
at excess with a rip in her dress.
Succeeds
at success she’s a true triple threat.
Spent
rent on expenses; tuition's past due.
She
fights the gag reflex doing duos for you.
On
the Edge like Heath Ledger - a bender from hell.
Ditched
her lab partner and just made the bell.
Edits
for predators a night on the town.
Jaeger-bomb-booty-bumps
the singles rain down.
Prince
Charming’s alarming he steps on her toes.
She
stutter-step stumbles and powders her nose.
Mid-terms
with tapeworms the dog ate her books.
Professor
undressed her with one creepy look.
Laugh
lines from wincing but she’s not convinced.
Her
grade point average has slid ever since.
My
sister the stripper she’s doing her best
But
it’s time for a break, she needs some rest.
(Note:
this is a fictional character!)
Over at D'verse Poets Pub Victoria is having us dig into our archives and edit an old poem. On my computer files I have my poems organized based on a number of categories but I have one folder I call "Doggerel". This is the folder of forgotten poems that I have decided are just bad poetry. This one I fear may still fit that bill but I have reworked it a number of times and I had a lot of fun with it. There is a whimsical note to it however, the subject is very real - this is from a very dark time in my life and my own experience with addiction.
