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.

by David McLansky

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