The Matron’s Peach

There is a place where burlesque is offered,

With full crowds, and fuller coffers,

Upon the stage the lasses dance,

With smiles demure, with gaze askance,

Those who wish to join the show,

must prove they can do what they’re told,

If they wish to show their best,

Please the Matron before the rest,

All they who wish to beseech,

Must first taste of her peach,

In alleyway on bended knee,

Such was her charge and thus her fee,

If pleasing did she find your art,

That very night then could you start,

And perhaps your name in legend told,

Or else tossed once more out to the cold

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