THE BALLAD OF SAL THE BLIND MANS PAL

Sit down and a tale I will tell you,
About a night at the Pussycat Club,
Where the dancing's exotic,
Tho it soon turned erotic,
When some blind men played fondle & rub.

The Cat was well known for their dancing,
The usual bump and the grind,
And the girls were quite willing,
For a banknote or shilling,
To show off a little behind.

Now Sal was a girl of compassion,
Clearly the favorite lass,
She was very big busted,
And quite well adjusted,
For a girl that was showing her ass.

This night Sal was dancing as usual,
A lapdance, A wiggle, A shake,
She moved through the crowd,
Where no touching's allowed,
It's the law here,so make no mistake.

Then she saw them there in the corner,
Two men with no vision or sight,
She felt it her duty,
That they share in her booty,
She must turn this injustice to right.

As she sauntered so slowly on towards them,
Her attributes swayed in the breeze,
And she knew that tonight,
She would make it alright,
And give them a special striptease.

Then she took each gent by the hand,
And she placed them close to her heart,
Though their digits were freezing,
She could tell she was pleasing,
By the rise from their private part.

Now Sal & her boss went to council,
Said these laws are outdated,appeal'um,
Change the laws in the book,
For the men that can't look,
Even though they can't see they can feel'um.

Now word spread of Sal's selfless gesture,
Some say sainthood can't be far behind,
And they're all sure to tip her,
That kindhearted stripper,
She is surely a very rare find.

If you go to the Pussycat clubhouse,
You'll be among a rather large crowd,
Cause she'll sure give it up,
For a seeing eye pup,
For the blind man, now touching's allowed.

Ron.

line breaks added by a mud elf who's still shakkkkking...