The infamous dead-stripper! poems:

A stripper arrived today in the mail
I ordered her online, there was this big sale
She came in a brown cardboard box you see
Full of stamps and adressed to me
I opened the box with childlike eager
and pulled out something very meager
It was indeed a stripper, no doubt
she was wearing nothing but the skin of a trout
But she didnt move, lay completely still
I despaired and poked her with my feather quill
But alas, she was so very dead
her eyes had rolled into the back of her head


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There was this stripper who lived in a box
and although you might think so, she wasnt a fox
looked more like a badger if you ask me
but, then again you didn't so let get on with it, shall we?
she ate little carrots, and peas sometimes too
but only the ones that did not smell like poo
Her box was soggy from all the rain
on the bottom there was this large crimson stain
If you wonder why, you may wonder no more
it was the strippers blood and maybe some gore
she was very dead and cold as ice
Her body a snack to bugs and mice

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There was a young stripper age seventeen
She was very pretty, but had no spleen
Even though she had two feet,
She was feeling rather incomplete
In a desperate attempt to compensate
The stripper met her dreadful fate
While trying to regain her spleen
She fell into a meatgrinding machine
With no-one there to help her out
She died quite quickly without a doubt
The stripper left this mortal coil
But she might be in the next sausage you boil

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Skipping down the street in her little pink shoes
The stripper ran into a lonely goose
It looked so very sad and alone
She decided to get it an ice cream cone
But the goose was not a friendly one
It was infact satans son
The evil goose tried to attack
By jumping on the strippers back
With it's razor-sharp beak it cut off her head
And she fell to the ground, considerably dead

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While slowly taking off her top
The stripper came to a sudden stop
The confused customer asked her why
And when she didn't answer, he poked her thigh
She fell to the ground with a small thud
And seeping from her body was a puddle of blood
She seemed to be very dead
And the floor was soon completely red

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Limp and lifeless with waxy skin
A mangled body with legs too thin
The smell of death mixed with perfume
Like a flower of decaying flesh in bloom
Dark crimson stains on her dress
Bear witness of his violent caress
Forgotten by the world outside
No one cares if a stripper has died

~since I was born I started to decay now nothing ever ever goes my way~