For Lot's Wife

Rating: 5.0

Hung out to dry in ridicule
is she who imitates a fool.
Ignored by all, attracting laughter
for now and then and the hereafter.

You are a rather stupid lady
who ventured into dark and shady
back alleys hoping there to find
a man whose hormones make him blind.

As time went by you did remain
still searching for the salt's small grain.
Meanwhile the pigeons dropp their poo
while snickering on top of you.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jerry Hughes 13 July 2006

Oops, pigeon poo? Well put Sir...

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Alison Cassidy 13 July 2006

Herbert, You show here a strong sense of retributive justice which you serve up with your usual dose of German wit. I thank you. love, Allie

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