Name the Author part II

[sexual_chocolate]

The Importance of Gourdcrafting

 

 

There was a maidservant

who had cleverly trained a donkey

to perform the services of a man

 

From a gourd,

she had carved a flanged device

to fit on the donkey's penis,

to keep him from going too far into her.

 

She had fashioned it just to the point

of her pleasure, and she greatly enjoyed

the arrangement, as often as she could!

 

She thrived, but the donkey was getting

a little thin and tired looking.

 

The mistress began to investigate. One day

she peeked through a crack in the door

and saw the animal's marvelous member

and the delight of the girl

stretched under the donkey.

 

She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door

and called the maid out on an errand,

a long and complicated errand.

I won't go into details.

 

The servant knew what was happening though.

"Ah, my mistress," she thought to herself,

"you should not send away the expert.

 

When you begin to work without full knowledge,

you risk your life. Your shame keeps you

from asking me about the gourd, but you must

have that to join with this donkey.

There's a trick you don't know!"

 

But the woman was too fascinated with her idea

to consider any danger. She led the donkey in

and closed the door, thinking, "With no one around

I can shout in my pleasure."

 

She was dizzy

in anticipation, her vagina glowing

and singing like a nightingale.

 

She arranged the chair under the donkey,

as she had seen the girl do. She raised her legs

and pulled him into her.

 

Her fired kindled more,

and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to,

pushed through and into her intestines,

and, without a word, she died.

 

The chair fell one way,

and she the other.

 

The room was smeared with blood.

 

Reader,

have you ever seen anyone martyred

for a donkey? Remember what the Qur'an

says about the torment of disgracing yourself.

 

Don't sacrifice your life to your animal soul!

 

If you die of what that leads you to do,

you are just like this woman on the floor.

She is an image of immoderation.

 

Remember her,

and keep your balance.

 

The maidservant returns and says, "Yes, you saw

my pleasure, but you didn't see the gourd

that put a limit on it. You opened

your shop before a master

taught you the craft."

 

 

[lI1|1!]

i don't know but i'll bet whoever wrote it lives in enumenclaw.

[sexual_chocolate]

good guess, but no. i was kinda surprised by the poem, considering who the author is.

[Dechristo]

Omar Khayyam?

[Dechristo]

I found it.

 

It was familiar so I cheated and found why it was familiar.

 

Coleman Barks as translator gave it away

[sexual_chocolate]

a few centuries and a a single (now) international border separate your guess from the actual author....

[sexual_chocolate]

yes! kinda funny how donkey ecstasy isn't in any way moralized, just excess!

[Dechristo]

my first offhand guess was wrong. I decided not to give it away once I found the answer