Lu's mind, sitting there, started weaving;
Something seemed wrong, no deceiving.
She touched her own bust,
Feeling such poignant lust,
And decided 'twas time to be leaving.
At the exit she met a young stripper,
One with the stage name of 'Skipper."
At the dancing bar door,
In the tight dress she wore,
The lass needed help with a zipper.
After talking the two drank a lot;
Lu paid 'cause she found Skipper hot.
The cop-girl's eyes gleamed,
Was Skip straight, as she seemed?
Lu dearly hoped she was not.
