A Fool And Their Money...

Ibn Hauroon was the greatest poet in all the land
With his nose in the air and a shock of black hair
And at each fair the townsfolk would sit crosslegged
Around his coat tails in the city square

"O" He would cry "O o o"
"The dogs may bark but cows always low
The moon the sun the stars, o fine ass
Let us drink wine in the fresh rain grass"

And Experts would nod their heads wisely
"By this he clearly means loving Divinely"
"The crudeness is to highlight
The difference between God and Mankind"

Today the crowd was extra large and extra happy
Allah had favoured them with a good harvest
The clouds were pleasantly dark and all was green
Even the thieves sat, on their shins, necks arched

He cleared his throat, and some people jumped
Thinking thunder had also come to listen
"O!", he declared, "O-O! O-O-O!"
"O I've seen a lot of this world!"

"But never have I seen beauty like this village!
The best cows in Sind and Hind, MashaAllah!"
Blushes and cheers all around. He waited expectantly
"The best cows in Hind and Sind! Indeed!"

"O Yes! I've made love to the soft Moon, white upon black
Her soft breasts draped with a gaudy American flag
O I've spent my best years travelling with travails
visiting taverns of time in tattered Roman sandals"

Upon this the menfolk smote the ground
And the women began to wail
Such were his words that soft sobs were heard
From the most hardbitten in the village Jail.

"O Folk! none may match our strong lads and lasses!
Who in the barn of Father Time sometimes do the smashes
Whose muscles are muscly and have eyelashy eyelashes
I daresay they've given me a few annoying rashes"

So moved were the people that they swarmed to his feet
Losing all self control as one
Ibn Hauroon giggled and reached down to his soles
Tossed them a piece of gum

By the time he'd finished five Experts had swooned
And the parents fought bloodily over his hand
His little box was overflowing with silver 
The zamindars vied to give from the salt tax

Ibn Hauroon was a Great Poet. The Experts said so.
If he said I was beautiful, the others must have lied.
He objectively held our village was the greatest ever made
And my dear sister, I objectively tend to take his side.

Everyone masked an insecurity
Everyone claimed to understand
And so Ibn Hauroon lived a good life
And laughed all the way to the bank.

(Sometimes I wonder why people even read this blog)