The Call Girl on the Next Street - An Original Poem

_{A man for breakfast,
Two for launch,
And three for dinner,
So was the routine
of the call girl on the next street
Orangy breasts which sat firmly
On her thin frame she had
You then on each day found her curvy hips
Bouncing brilliantly beneath her miniskirt
That showed tattooed thighs
With the inscription, "Jesus baby"
Her door was always opened
To as many gentlemen who can pay her bills
Before each and every appointment
Now, the noble call girl is no more
And her bed will be idle and relieved
But these days, there are a few married men
Clandestinely roaming the next street
In search of a call girl who is no more.}

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