Yet My Wife Flies Now And Then (Bussokusekika) Poem by Edwin Tanguma

Yet My Wife Flies Now And Then (Bussokusekika)



I do not fly much
Yet my wife flies now and then
At the Marriot
With her frequent flyer points
And probably with his too
She loves collecting their pens

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 08 April 2014

you've a good right to be suspicious, ET

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