Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SCURVY ENTERTAINMENT, by ABU ABD ALLAH
First Line: Abdul aziz one day
Last Line: Plucked from her withered jowl!

Abdul Aziz one day
Invited me to stay:
May Allah, if He please,
Not bless Abdul Aziz!

He poured me wine, the which
Was black as bubbling pitch,
And served (this really hurt!)
Goats' horns for my dessert.

Then came a foul old hag
And offered me a bag
Of raisins, each a mole
Plucked from her withered jowl!