Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Monday, May 29, 2017
There is an old woman in Flint
There is an old woman in Flint
Who thought of divorce as a sprint.
She did it so often
Her purse it did soften --
She lives now on hotdogs and mint.
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