Monday, February 19, 2007

The Muslim Eskimo! A poem

The Muslim Eskimo! A poem

(No disrespect to Eskimos intended)

I have (praise be) seen the light
With the Prophet as my guide
I pray to Allah day and night
To unbelievers woe betide
You cross my path and you will know
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

Of huskies I had a band
Now gone the dirty dogs
Unclean in manner and
So it is true are hogs.
Sheep are good in many ways though
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

I use my sheep to pull my sled
But they run slow
Many end up dead
My life is woe
By Allah on I go
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

The women are scarce round here
Too many a Muslim brother
Taken many wives I fear
But the sheep I can bother
Between me and ewe. No?
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

By stealth and by guile I fight
Into my right hand posess
A lively woman. Every night
When I want I caress
And into my tilth I go
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

By and by wives two three and four
I am occupied, busy now
Offspring by the score
We are become a tribe but how
With mouths to feed, what to do?
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

The solution I espy
I approach quite near
Christians! Joyfully I cry
I can tax them very dear
To demonstrate superiority though
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

My wives' bellies get fat
The Christians are getting skinny
I wear a wooly hat
The days are somewhat chilly
The Christians start to die, but so?
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

The days are short and
The nights are long
Now is the feast of Ramadan
Plenty of exercise for the tongue
Mutton and butter and ample dough
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

A few years come and go
All praise to Allah above
I can see a problem though
It is: The nights have
Gone. All is woe
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

Now is the fast of Ramadan
A whole month long
With not a drop to drink and
Not to eat. My tongue
Has turned yellow
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

We are all faint
With hunger
We taint
Our anger
And curse our Mo
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

An idea pops into my head
A travelling we must go
Quick get the sled
Rouse the sheep and so
Through the snow we plough
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

If you travel you may eat
And drink. Make merry
What a genius feat
To move and not to tarry
Happy I am now though
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

Making endless circles in the snow
My plan is in action
Not a single problem so
Let us eat luncheon
We feast and guzzle as we go
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

But look, our provisions are all eaten
We shall eat the sheep that pull the sled
We are not so easily beaten
That one there, grab its head
Slit its throat so
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

The red blood flows upon the pristine white
The animal struggles for a minute or two
Then the end, its last fight
Chop chop, a piece for me and a piece for you
Halal we keep, the rest we throw
I am a Muslim Eskimo!

One by one the sheep are gone
Slower and slower runs the sled
Of further progress there is none
Now for certain we are all dead
This is the last terrible low
I am no more a Muslim Eskimo!

There is a lesson from the Arctic
Know full well. This is certain
Islam is a miserable trick
Long overdue for its final curtain
Reincarnation works for me now
I was a Muslim Eskimo!

St George True (http://st-george-true.blogspot.com):


Humanity needs peace not Islam.

2 Comments:

At 3:34 pm, Blogger CrankyBeach said...

That is completely bizarre. And hilarious. Thanks for sending it. I have linked to it on my blog.

 
At 5:16 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is wonderful,I get my friends to read it also .Please write some more about Muslims and let us take micky out of them.

SK

 

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