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The Yellow Bordello

Come on in Mr Donatello

You don’t want to go back to jail

then be a nice fellow

go up to the bar and sing A Capello

As the lady in the lounge

smiles up and says hello

you want to come down-town

undress my little friend Othello

She was an actor way back

In steamy Montenegro

She’s going to retire soon

and write a short novello

Should we just lie back

Here in the yellow bordello

Sip a Singapore Sling

in Treviso, old Montello

Poetry in Paradise Reg TM Number 1028534


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