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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage 
With his wild oats yet unsown.

Jezebel liked scrimshaw, 
Always wore it like a queen.
She loved to dress in style 
And had a taste for French cuisine.
She was just another working girl, 
Young sailors were her game. 
She didn’t dig Jehovah, 
But she’d do Him just the same.

Ahab went on liberty 
With fifty bucks in cash.
He laid down ten on his first tattoo 
And a shot of sour mash.
Jezi smiled coquettishly, 
Cooed, Hey there, cherry boy,
For forty shekels I’ll show you the ropes. 
I shag like the real McCoy.

Jezebel naughtily lowered her veil 
And shimmied her best Bette Davis.
Ahab said, "Baby, lead me astray 
Where Elijah’s conceit can’t betray us."
Ahab followed Jezi 
To her boudoir’s upper floor,
Singing gayly of Nantucket 
Like some salty troubadour. 

Ahab put his hand inside 
Her open cookie jar.
The moment seemed electric, 
Like Saint Elmo lit his spar.
Just then the temple cops burst in 
And ruined his crescendo.
Ahab ran; they clipped his leg. 
Jezebel jumped out the window.

This story and its moral 
Speak of tragic dialogues:
Ahab deflowered a virgin prosthesis, 
And Jezebel went to the dogs.

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