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Click hereDinka, the African God of the Cock
Went to a market at the county fair
An African dealer, Ali Babar was there
He had a lot of African scultures in wood
Some in cast metal that looked quite good
I looked with great care
at all that was there
Knowing these are tourist imitations
Carved to excite foreign expectations
There was a large carving in ebony?
Or dyed heavy wood? Hard to see
Of a tribal chief with a long long dong
What some refer to as a cock or a shlong
And two large testicles worthy of song
I asked what the message was
What the statue was saying?
He said in whisper, his curly hair graying
"Dat is a Dinka, God of the Cock, my friend
He will bless your cock if want to spend
With Dinka in your bedroom, if he is looking
He will get your erection cooking"
I thought it was all a story for daffs
But I liked the piece and it made me laff
So I paid a little more
then I wanted on its behalf
Put him in the trunk of the car
I don't live very far
I placed Dinka on a high shelf in the bedroom
If he wanted to look,
from there he might loom
The next night I entertained my girl friend
With an erection that just wouldn't end
We made love four times before sunrise
But my cock still wasn't satisfied
In the morning I visited an old girl friend
Whose love for me would never end
We fucked three times, my libido went wild
I couldn't believe it, I had to smile
My gay neighbor dropped by for a cup of flour
I had an erection for over an hour
He said, "I didn't know you liked me that way"
I pushed him out the door,
said he could not stay
I had urgent business, no time to play
I wrapped up Dinka and drove to the fair,
In the morning the dealers all would be there
I jerked off fourteen times while I waited
It just was too much, I wasn't elated
I confronted Babar, told him my tale
He offered to take it back, cancel the sale
But he asked for more money
for the trouble I'd caused
I paid him and asked,
"What was my flaw?"
I liked this erectile power, I asked Ali
But it just was too much, too much for me
He sold me another Dinka,
quite small, unobtrusive
And a tiny blindfold to eliminate excuses
It cost me a lot more than the big statue
But, he assured, it would control my cock-a-do
I must say that statue is better then Viagra
I can still fuck for hours
with no need to nag her
When I'm ready to rest I slip on his blindfold
My cock will relax like an eighty-five year old
So I sticking with Dinka
although it seems strange
I fuck three times a day, about in that range
Got some new girlfriends
Most horny, though married
I'm doing a favor,
their husbands were harried
So if you need assistance
Don't buy Cialis by the jar
Go to the county fair
Ask for Ali Babar
He might have a Dinka hidden for you
That fuck'en statue is a new how-do-you-do!
His accomplice Mir Bakri destroyed a Ram Temple to build the "Babri Masjid " in Ayodhya the legendary Birthplace of Lord Ram : the demolition of the Babri Masjid by Hindu Nationalists in 1991 caused tremendous Political upheavals , rioting & communal divide in India much worse than the Racial divide over Trayvor-Zimmermann or Rodney King in USA !!! So while i really do Not know why an European White joker called an African Elephant Babar people, Babar is Big here in India as the Founder of the Legendary Mughal Empire !?!?
when you start sniping I remember why I didn't miss you, can you make an effort to be civil and let us enjoy the present and all be kind to each other, as in "Why can't we all be friends".....(the poor s.o.b.who said that way back just died recently) It would seem you need friends on this site!
A joke? We do not make fun of people's names, it is low form of humor. I pray God Dinka does not take revenge upon you!
seems to me I remember a rather nasty 1201 poem from you. Oh, yeh. It was your house number. Right.
I have to admit I like your poems better when they don't rhyme, but this poem is certainly inventive and well written. Also you rhymed song and schlong which made me giggle and thus is extra points in my book. :D
I recommended this poem in the New Poems Recommendations thread on the forum.
just illustrated the law of unintended consequences, would have been my first thought too.
didn't vote
The Mughal empire in India was founded by Zahir-ud-din Muhammad Babar, a Chaghatai Turkish ruler born on 14 February 1483. He was the son of the ruler of the petty kingdom of Farghana and inherited his father's precarious throne when he was but eleven years old. Th
Erectus - Yes, I was in fact joking by conflating Ali Baba and Babar the elephant. As for Dinka - it is also an African tribe. I did google it and did not find the fertility reference. My mistake. I do think this would be better without the names, I'm sorry if I expressed that poorly.
Babar the Elephant
"From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Babar the Elephant
Cover of the first Babar story, Histoire de Babar (Story of Babar), published 1931
Jean de Brunhoff
Babar the Elephant is a fictional character who first appeared in the French children's book Histoire de Babar by Jean de Brunhoff in 1931 and enjoyed immediate success.[1][2] An English-language version, The Story of Babar, introduced by A.A. Milne,[3] appeared in 1933 in Britain and the United States. "
Having many Africans as friends, Babaa and Babar are not uncommon names.
"African mythology[edit]
Ala, Igbo goddess of fertility
Asase Ya, Ashanti earth goddess of fertility
Denka, Dinka god of the sky, rain and fertility"
Likewise Babar the Elephant is not from the Arabian nights
I'll give the quote for that next
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Cute tale..but I question the names and even the need for names in this. The Dinka live in Southern Sudan, and not in the greatest of situations either. Ali Babar brings visions to mind of Babar the elephant in the tales of the Arabian nights.