Afghani woman in the hills,
they did not have the bathroom frills
that Yanks expect so they are dirty,
which does not stop them being flirty.
A soldier who was very skilled
and not too eager to get killed
told all the natives that they should
get body piercing if they could.
What better way to be a mensch
and thus distracted from the stench.
Amani had a goldring fitted
upon her belly which permitted
the lice to play their silly games
they’d jump and call each other names,
the loop was there to jump right through
’twas reminiscent of a zoo.
Word of the body ornament
soon went around from tent to tent.
And all the natives did have bugs
which, during friendly desert hugs
jumped off into the sporting grounds
from which emerged excited sounds.
The girls now watched as all the lice
moved down the hoop into what vice
would see as the restricted zone.
They fastened to the pubic bone
the jewel for their games of fun,
when out of nowhere came a nun.
She looked upon the devil’s game
and told the girls about the shame
that they, through sleaziness, had wrought
until they all were quite distraught.
The penalty, so was agreed
would be, to hide for life, indeed
their faces under heavy veils
and she who even one day fails
is punished like Lot’s wife by God,
through fire from his lightning rod.
So, now you now why Muslim races
hide all their desert women’s faces.