The Death Of The Washington Madam Poem by John F. McCullagh

'A terrible waste of curves and curls'
he said as the knot was tightened
She struggled as he kicked the chair-
Was Halliburton frightened?

She was the Queen of pay for play
for D.C. Movers and Shakers
Who, judging by their tastes in sin,
Won’t be mistook for Quakers.

Her little black book (it won't be found)
Recorded details chilling
But keep your socks on, client nine
At least the sheep was willing.

“A terrible waste of a luscious mouth'
He said- her tongue protruding
'They’d have had fun in jail with that,
The clientele you're screwing.'


We'll 'suicide' as many 'Ho's
as it takes so this gets no higher.
Pay attention boys and girls-
This is our Reich stag fire


(I hated changing the first line to pass censorship
curves and curls was once T & A)