To His Lawyer
To his lawyer he whispered nervously:
My wife’s a framer professionally.
I’m sure she’s out to get me;
bribe the jury to incarcerate me
sans parole, otherwise she’ll hang me.”
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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