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Dirty Uncle Sammy—
his greedy palms were clammy
while peeking out from underneath a bush:

Bathsheba bathed her body
and Uncle Sammy, naughty,
had thoughts for her Scheherazade tush.

Sammy rubbed his fancy,
but knew there was no chance she
would oil him up for lubricate repose;

Sam—he cried and howled
because her head was toweled
with her own pride and not a yellow rose.

Dirty Uncle Sam
responded, “Here I am
embraced by this damn bush, but still alone.”

Bush said, “You go get her;
she’ll love her freedom better,
you know, if you make her freedom your own.”

Sammy went to meet
(his pants around his feet
exposing what he thought was something grand)

sweet Bathsheba bathing—
but all he met was waving
two thousand slaps of shame from Sheba’s hand.

Nice.... sort of an allegory of false, or presumptuous pride and illusion of control through sheer might and bluster....

or something along that line....

this is sheer brilliance my friend and a nursery rhyme for our time. Can't go to war pretending to be a lover with your pants down, pecker hanging out hiding behind a bush that lies through its leaves. "C"