Blackmail Poem by Hairy Wombat
Blackmail
My friends, I really must confess
my life has been a sordid mess.
She bought, at Pierre's, a brand new dress
it was expensive, can you guess?
She nags me constantly, oh yes,
her favourite word? It is 'unless'.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: friends
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