All the ladies new her name
Their husbands also new her fame
The lady who’s dancing was not lame
You know it too, it was Mame.
Every bar had no complaints
But even men had cause to faint
Her reputation she would taint
Mame a lady? She certainly ain’t.
Clothing left her as she danced
Kept every male eye entranced
As removal was advanced
Her body’s vision was enhanced.
I’m not reporting any news
It all came off leaving her shoes
No mystery left, no hidden ruse
No agenda to confuse.
All the guys, some women too
Came to watch and see Mame do
A dance, unlike the old soft shoe
And admire every view.
Of course we all knew Mame
Famous stripper of Broadway fame
Now those dancers aren’t so tame
The “dancing”‘s just not the same.
The Bag Lady 
You’re so good at the rhymes. Excellent poem!
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