Ode to a Stripper

This popped up on a group that I belong to; I have to share it. (We enjoy his work, lol) (I'm quite sure I'm gonna get it for this one, but I wrote it, so I'll post it...) She’s stripper... I’ve know her for years... I’m a good client... To ease her fears... I don’t know her... All too very well... Her life does seem difficult... That much I can tell... When I first met her... She was the flower of youth... Twenty something... Not long in the tooth... She had an elegance... A presence, a style... And something else... A genuine smile... She had some dreams... To travel someday... See the world... It would be her play... Saving her earnings... From every night... After some time... She would take flight... A liberal arts major... From a local school... Well read and learned... This was to be her tool... Oh and the thing... That was bizarrre She was to be celebate... So you wouldn’t get far... She is quite pretty... For woman her age... Older and wiser... But still working the stage... I still like to see her... Pass some words and chat... A few couch dances... And then that’s that... I hope soon she’ll find... Another line of work... Though I still enjoy seeing her... Does that make me a jerk? Phoebus ©071304