Pigalle V Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Pigalle V



Where bourse ranger brandy sips
saucy taunter stands and strips,
hauntingly with hands and hips,
vaunting fair bare glands and nips,
forcefully flaunts fans and lips,
there coarse stranger, randy, tips.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(20 March 1976 revised 23 July 2013)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 22 July 2013

Well brought together, Jon, Your weft and warp of words.

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