Would You Be My Concubine?
I've asked this of many women,
And get strange looks towards my way,
And in all honesty,
I think I ought to say,
What the hell is a concubine??
Is it an imprisoned porcupine?
I just don't really know,
But, ask it I do, often,
With results too easy to show,
That's not a healthy rosy cheek,
But face-slaps I seem to seek,
Stings like all hell,
Oh, what, by God, do tell...
What the hell am I saying aloud,
And why does it leave me less than proud?
Gotta' get me one'a dem fancy dik-shun-arees
Else I be beaten down to my knees..........
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007
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