A glimpse in the glen
and you could still be a houri
in Baghdad taffeta
or queen of Caledon.
But your jizz is Wild West,
Saddam tabby.
You stalk like a gunfighter,
walrus-whiskered,
rattlesnake gorged in your tail.
You earned those stripes in the Stone Age
among bears and mammoths.
For a Camcorder stooge
you rear on tiptoe to a hunk,
farouche as a wolf.
You'd mangle Macavity.
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