He was a horny bastard

and a long, long way from home.

Where despite advice from others

he’d not leave the girls alone.

He visited Fatima.

I think that was her name.

Who practiced her profession

on the Island of Bahrain.

She had a reputation

for exotic fun and games

but because I never played them

I do not know their names!

She converted all her earnings,

that they gave, for what she sold.

To valuables of jewelry

and her teeth were capped with gold.

The standard of this art work

would make a dentist weep.

But it didn’t seem to worry her

or keep her off the street.

“Salaam Sahib,” she said to him,

as he pushed aside her veil.

What would you like, she asked him?

He answered. Just some tail.

Now this shocked our little Fatima,

who was a subtle whore

and liked to add a little spice,

to what could be a bore.

She told him of her repertoire

” Around the world for love”

With it’s sixty nine positions,

Underneath and up above.

He submitted to her ardor,

on that warm and velvet night.

And her skillful administrations

produced a wondrous sight.

In the excitement of the moment

and without a second thought.

He submitted to a “Blow Job”

Which was part of what he’d bought.

His eyes were red with passion,

though his position far from couth.

As with surgical precision,

he cut his organ on her tooth.

His passion quickly faded,

as he headed for the door,

dripping blood and wearing nothing,

left his clothes upon the floor.

He drove back to the hospital,

where in Emergency.

They stitched his frozen asset,

just as neat as neat could be.

Our tiny Oil community

was soon buzzing with the news.

As with chuckles of amusement

we gossiped as we boozed.

But our hero was so brazen.

he ignored his vile disgrace.

Though he winced and turned quite pallid.

When we called him “Old Scar Face.”

David Garlick Victoria, Summer,1988