Limerick Haram

Since I’ve spat at god in style.

The muse is fickle

Time’s nae mickle*

And rhyming can be a trial.

Jannah is not your fate.

But in a twist

Jahannam exists

To western rules of thumb:

Lead a pious life

Be a good wife

Or a dumpster for Jihadi cum.

For the hornier younger imam.

After thoughts amiss

He decides on this:

When some Muslim men are a-bed:

The sex crisis

Leads them to Isis

It provokes only ire and fear:

To call it beautiful

Is merely dutiful

Corruption is my desire.

A laugh, a shout

to hurt the devout

From what the prophet and Koran say?”

“Well take a look

In that fucking book

Is at the heart of all religion.

But please explain

The hurt and pain

                                                   Mo.

                                               Prophet?

                                             He was not!

                                          Rather a fraud

And chose to use English instead.

They wax sublime

In prose or rhyme

From the fiery hell of damnation’

‘But what of life

With its triumph and strife’

Get the imam of Homs all wired.

After watching their prayers

With libidinous glares

It's jihad through and through:

Modesty, veils

And bombs with nails