Paparazzi
Jude's
no prude, but
photo'd nude whilst
viewed by
some crude
multi-hued
tattooed
dude
who'd then
distributed
his lewd pics of her,
her mood
'blued.'
Brood she
did. Glued to home
she stewed,
eschewed
food
and rued that
he'd construed for joy
to elude her.
Her ire accrued and,
imbued with fire,
she clued him in
as she sued him: "You
had to intrude!
You too'd
exude rage
if I'd brewed this
and a feud
ensued."
Then with a rude
allude
to the brood his
not so shrewd
mother'd 'zoo'd,' she
'shoe'd' him
where he poo'd.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011
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