Never Nude

She lied long and boisterous while the enraptured crowd watched on...

She ordered drinks for every one, and became a homespun treasure...

They inherited her deception, and very soon her lie was ripe!...

It transformed into a lounge act in which the ambiguous dancer would hike her dress,

and remove a stately shoe and stocking in an effort to confess...

Within this confession there was more betrayal enclosed within the strip...

She was like a Russian tea doll!...

All she had left was to sell her story to Hollywood!...

But it was too late, the town had become the liars now, they had held her in such

high regard...

Each listener had become a stripper that would never show their cards...

Like fools at an orgy they were playing poker in the dark

with something most sinister, and as the strip tease continued on...

A menacing music played, as the dancers removed more clothing...

Ah, but there were masks beneath each bow!...

So they were never truly nude at all, it was always one huge show!...

Imagine the deception!...They lived inside a world so bleak!...

Because they never knew their own proportions...

Their symmetry remained within a teapot never steeped...

That was where the woman tricked them; she stole their souls without remorse...

To be taught such treachery is fatal...

To have dealt the contagious guile was even worse...

2/23/23

Bunny Villaire