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King David

On Bathsheba


Why couldn’t I fall for an innocent slut
Or a dishonest faithful old maid?
Just my luck to fall in a rut
of a maid who is constantly laid.


Too much of myself in too little of her
Quickly has her humming sated.
But while she commences to coo and to purr,
Like a creditor, I stay frustrated.


In baby coo tones she asks how to help
And in like manner I say, “Juth kith it.”
I help her along as we each sigh a yelp.
I’ve bed my maid, now I lie with it.


Why couldn’t I fall for a loyal staid queen
Or a scrupulous talented whore?
Why couldn’t I court a straightforward colleen?
This one is eating my core.