Widowmakers Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Considered a delicious catch
the girl went to the football match.
She dreamed of having ten big babies
she itched, it was a case of scabies.
She had a million in her snatch.

The doctor gave her a prescription
he wrote it in some weird encryption
he gave instructions on the use
and showed her how to light the fuse.
I think the doctor was Egyptian.

She lit the fuse and watched the Lakers
she offered sharing, but no takers
thus by this most convenient means
she blew herself to smithereens.
The doctor called them widowmakers.