Smoking Gun Poem by Ted Sheridan

She kisses me with electronically
emailed but all too deadly kisses
She hugs me with caressing adjectives
and misplaced prepositions
She ties me up with my own
grammatical errors and misspellings
She finds me all to easy and willing......
Just like a bloodhound
she has followed my scent
or as any good scout would
she has picked up my warm trail
This female private eye is good
she flushed me out just like
a spooked and fleeing quail
but she never took the shot.....
All I really ever wanted was for her
to show me for the record
what she's got.......
and I'm not talking evidence

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