One Hundred Twenty-Seven Provinces Poem by gershon hepner

One hundred twenty-seven provinces all spoke
a different tongue, invited to a large convention
where they all hoped to vote. The king thought this a joke.
His superdelegate, his queen, drew more attention
to what was taking place, and so he fired her,
not democratically, of course. “To save the party
she’ll have to go! ” he said, and his decisions were
decisive, even when he was too drunk and hearty
to think such matters through. He ended up by choosing
a candidate who claimed she was a virgin but
was Jewish, and thus sadly ended up by losing
the Persian votes he needed. Had he picked a slut
he might have gained the sympathy of governors
who’d joined the Emperor’s Club and were its wealthy clients,
and so became the butt of jokes by daveners.
Beware of making with a Jew a sex alliance.

Inspired by the rise and fall of Governor Elliot Spitzer, who brokered his sex alliances with an Israeli, Mark Brenner, who appears to have delivered to him women in the same way as Mordecai delivered one top King Ahasuerus.


3/16/08