Haifa - Poem by gershon hepner
It’s said that Haifa Wehbe’s sex appeal
is quite proportional to all the prudes
whom she’s annoyed, produced by breasts more real
than those that horny Hollywoody dudes
are told that they may see but never feel.
In Lebanon, where everybody feuds,
men trade tehir arms while trying to make deals
in parties that aren’t likened to Likud’s.
Although a lot of them would like to tussle
with Haifa, whom they think extremely pretty,
they can’t touch body parts without a muscle
unless they find a whore in Haifa city.
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