Blackmail Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

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'.

Saturday, June 28, 2008
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