The Sultan of Swat (or something that rhymes with swat). [sorry]
It’s Scheherazade, I assume. A clever girl can keep her head about her:
Night after night, she told a cliffhanger story
About adventurous heroes and Arabia’s glory
She did not do it lightly, she had a plan
To outlast the vengeance of the jealous sultan
That toward women angrily swore he.
The stories as translated by Sir Richard Burton
(Not Elizabeth T’s husband, that is for certain)
Come in three volumes, unexpurgated
As Scherzi herself at the time related
To read through them all is somewhat a burden.
Well, Scherzi’s plan worked, it was clever,
And the sultan kept her as wife forever and ever.
But to tell the truth, it was not love that clinched it
It was to at last shut her up that finally cinched it.
And her head was too much trouble to severe.
If so, Batman would have long since been dead.
When the the Sex- and Drug-Talk collide … the Generational Divide yawns wide.
This Minilith still has some growing up to do to match the “2001” Monoliths.
His Motto: “Predator and Prey the Modern Way”
From our house to Bauhaus (nod to Tom Wolfe). Little bro: “I Hate Mies’s to Pieces!”
Dog thought: ((Once again I have to be satisfied with crumbs!))
And when he got there, the cupboard was bear / And so his poor tummy had none.
Those sounds you hear are millions of secretaries (and other business office subordinates) sharing, laughing, and printing this cartoon!