A sign outside warned of on-stage nudity.
A night, the paper said, of scatological comedy.
The red headed heroine was perfectly exquisite
reclining on stage in a chaise, her nipples erect.
The floral skirt wrapped below her waist
promised the best of sex despite her innocent face;
exuding charm, smart and cunning,
both perfectly sweet and outstandingly stunning.
The brunette with breasts covered with tattoos
was far less likeable, too much of a shrew.
Too scantily clad, too thin, too flat,
not nearly as lovely and far from good
though you could certainly see more
whenever she stood
