May 9, 2008

• pole dancer

  This is my entry into this  week’s Weekly Writers’ Challenge.  I must preface this by saying that the inspiration for this poem came to me just this morning, even though this picture has been in my collection for three years.  I was laying in bed unable to sleep, mulling over what I, as the moderator of WWC, would offer as a challenge this week.  I thought of using a picture and my mind went to this particular one.  I originally thought I would write an amusing story to go with it.  But when I looked at it again, this poem formed in my mind and I needed to let it out.

  Pole Dancer

  I am a pole dancer.
  See me twirl as I go.
  Not a great romancer.
  but a damn good show.

  See the arch in my back,
  with all my feline traits?
  It says I’m not a hack,
  but a dancer that rates.

  I even show my claws,
  to scare off other kitties.
  And hear the oohs and ahs?
  Well, I tell them, “tough titties!”

  You’re not getting me off this pole
  not now, or ever.
  Because I value my soul
  and I’m way too clever

  To be taken in by your catcalls,
  to come down and meet you,
  You raise my hackles
  Like a cancer in situ.

  The only danger here is that of falling,
  but down there with you,
  I can hear the devil calling
  to me with a mew.

  Leave me here to dance,
  go in haste!
  I will take no chance
  for I am chaste.

  This is my way of living,
  I dance around this pole.
  Life is meant for giving
  a great, great show.

   

  Now that it is out, maybe I can get some sleep.

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