The Naked Diva Danseuse
Gently rubbed her feet.
That appearance had been fine
Her escape plan so very neat,
But when she'd left the room
In her natural haste to go
She'd collided with the door
And badly stubbed a toe;
But she had to confess
The funniest thing she'd seen
Was that look of shock plastered
Across the face of the Queen.
Her press had been ecstatic
In every single paper in town
There were even hordes of journo's
Just trying to track her down.
She'd even been offered
Via the local grape vine
A certain royal personage's
Private numbered line.
She shrugged her shoulders gleefully
Slid into her bath, hot and deep
Slowly closed her eyes and lay
There in a gentle almost sleep.
She'd had a moment of glory
She'd enjoyed the fame
And oh how she yearned
For some more of the same.
She'd have to buy The Times
For The Court Circular page
She'd make the Naked Danseuse
A must on the Social stage
Meanwhile she needed money
For the basic things in life
More than she was getting
As a Wigan dentist's wife
If you want some dancing action
Exciting, fast and hot
If you live in Wigan bro
You're in the very spot.
