They Closed The Brothel Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda.

Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing.

Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing
Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street.