Exotic Dancers

A funny poem which sends out mixed messages about the morality of different types of voyeurism.


Rude and dirty poetry


Dirty poems


Put Them On

They call themselves exotic dancers, how grand
What the attraction is I simply fail to understand
And it doesn’t matter whether they’re thin or fat
They’re strippers lets face it, its as simple as that
The table, pole and lap dancers are just as bad
I think the audiences are more than a little sad
Who told them bumping and grinding was sexy?
The ability to contort just means they’re flexi
Just undressing for me really goes down a bomb
That I understand but then I am a peeping tom

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