White Ladies - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
The lady was in lilywhite
her dress was very very tight,
she asked me if I had a plan
if not, to ask my inner man.
My inner man said let's play dizzy
or simply say that we are busy
white ladies, wed to undertakers
are not like early-rising bakers
They are akin to common vultures
and can be found in many cultures.
So when at dawn a lady knocks
she wants to put you in a box.
But please be careful, they can flirt
by raising upward their white skirt.
And soon they ask the question 'when'
just answer you prefer black men.
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