You Get the Rub

They say in the Bedouin camp The Geanie is really a scamp Sure, he’ll grant you wishes Of romance or dishes As long as you’re rubbing his lamp When I read this story I knew That none of the story rang true For I had an uncle And he had this furuncle That he said would grant wishes too But according to my loving Aunt The only thing that thing would grant Was a wrist with a sprain Then she tried to explain I’d go on but I really can’t