Riff On Robmeyer's Nagging Woman Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Robmeyer's Nagging Woman



If I had a woman
Who nagged and nagged
And spoke constantly
As if on the rag,
Even if
Her breasts hadn't sagged,
I'd stuff my clothes
In a duffel bag
And give the girl
A final shag
Then while she showered
I'd call a cab.

Saturday, May 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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