Riff On Julie's Cerebral Adultery Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Julie's Cerebral Adultery



Lock up all your husband folks,
Julie's on the prowl;
Testing them with little pokes,
Making them her pal;
She says she's baking manna bread
Unmixed with yeast or leaven,
But when they rise up in her bed,
They always point to heaven.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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