The King and I.(Poetry)(Poem)

 
   THE KING AND I 
 
   When the Great King Ahasuerus 
   Goosed me daily on the terrace, 
   I grew terribly embarrassed 
      And, indeed, bereft, 
   Bending, tending my syringas, 
   Ambushed by bejewelled fingers 
   Lingering with regal langours 
      Round my nether cleft. 
 
   Underneath the tall labumum, 
   With the subtlety of Barnum, 
   Princely palms caressed my sternum 
      And my inner thighs. 
   Miffed, I sniffed the whiff of danger, 
   Swooned amid the blue hydrangeas, 
   Startled by that sovereign stranger's 
      Sexual enterprise, 
 
   Oh the fervour of his kissing, 
   Those sepulchral whispers hissing 
   Pleasures all forever missing 
      Should I not succumb: 
   Life is short and youth is fleeting, 
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