We visited Miss Laura the other day
As she took us on a tour
Through the rooms of the ‘Social Club’
Ah, those memories still endure
The pictures on the wall attested
To the style from back in those days
It’s kind of difficult to imagine
Miss Laura’s methods and her ways
Fancy dresses and feather boa’s galore
The ‘ladies’ wore with pride
I’m sure they loved to wear them all
But there was nothing they tried to hide
There were rules at Miss Laura’s, however
That everyone had to abide
A six-gun was handy in a drawer
So they all took those rules in stride
Yes, we had a tour and delicious lunch
Irwin especially wore a grin
We enjoyed this interesting Social Club
And where Miss Laura’s life had been!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem