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Torturers go for victim

They had for him come in a cab: Mister Sabinus for short, Sab, A guy with the gift of the gab To receive wounds or the wounds grab... If only he'd leave fast - A Crab! He'd prevent what handkerchiefs dab, His movements had often been drab, For which reasons they could him nab And over hand him to Wahab... Luckless chap for Torturer's Lab, For boxer's blows and waiting swab; They shall this celebrate with tab. No god greater than their Wahab... More and more sweat on Sab's poor neck, On a spot imaging the wreck: "Scream after ascending a deck: I did not a woman's cheek peck; Men need to know who's being tortured Plus the guys who had it nurtured".

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