I have a lot to say but unfortunately have already consumed too much vodka to really dig into it. So instead, I'm just going to do some poetry because it's insanely easy.
READY?
Let's go!
Limericks:
There once was a gal name Rox
Who had a very stinky box
She wiped and wiped
And grumped and griped
Still smelled like week old lox
Sapphire is an average dancer
Only drunks would ever chance her
She looks kinda clownish
Her O-Ring is brownish
And appears to be riddled with cancer
Amber is a drunken Hyde
If her lips move she has lied
But she flails her hips
And on stage is skipped
Many times in the shower she has cried
Poor Floor guy Steve is peeved
Patrons are too dunk to be believed
He's patient and bland
Doesn't raise a hand
Non-violence is achieved
Haikus
Samantha is hit
Droopy tits make no men hard
Unless they're weird
Need the ATM?
Fees charged are usury
Deal with it fuckhat
Where does this bus go?
Can you NOT read silly fuck?
You are a moron
Dances cost how much?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Nope. Stop being broke.
Not even kidding you, that's it. That's all I feel like doing. Be thankful because there's never been better limericks or haikus.
Take what you get.
Glutus Nocturne,
-The StripperHerder
