David and Bathsheba

It was a sultry afternoon

From sleep the monarch called his groom

The harem stirred, who would receive

The summons to his lust relieve?

But no-one came their peace upset

The king was at the parapet

For underneath his blink-less gaze

A woman bathed, his loins ablaze

Go! Get her! Bring her to me now!

No questions asked, the eunuchs bow

My lord, the king, demands to see

You in the flesh immediately

No need to dress, no robe can hide

You till his wants are satisfied

Obedient to the king’s command

Bathsheba fell into his hand