Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I wouldn’t leave a false impression
Behind me when I’m finally gone.
I studied hard for my profession-
To be a mullah in Iran.
But found the work so damned appalling,
I gave it up for Avon calling.
I went about in full disguise-
All husbands saw were my brown eyes.
How wonderful to be admitted
Where only “other” women went.
They praised me as if heaven sent
Since only God could have outwitted
A husband in his bailiwick.
But, still, we did it double-quick.

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