Pink Toenails

by October 25, 2014 0 comments

When vanity became
The powder to her nose,

Jealousy honed
The thorns of his rose.

Love and hate
Were claws of their hammer,

Until he lost control
And landed in the slammer.

editors note:

Obsessed to be her only nailer; he hammered too far, then met the jailer. – mh

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