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Monday, February 2, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 2

By Christopher Leeson 

Lulu was slapped with probation
And given a John detail station.
Sent out with a wire 
And garbed hot as fire,
She seethed with mortification.

The whole wardrobe thing was appalling;

Those spike heels were not the most galling.
That first dress, ultra brief,

Brought the girl supreme grief.
She knew she was in the wrong calling.

It wasn't like walking a beat,

Acting the hoe on the street.
But decked out as a trick,
Lip rouge smeared on thick,
No one supposed she was the heat.