Thursday, August 9, 2018 Reprint: A fictitious brattish Arabian Princess and her bedouin aide-de-camp: SUNDAY, APRIL 23, 2017 Dhow ready for you missui Same familiar voice of rugged hunchbacked bedioun My father's most trusted lieutenat A crescent sword dangling by his side a gust of wind -- that seems to bother him somehow The audacity of his Samurai-like gait A mare whimpers and he pats in his charasteric dismissive gesture Subduedly flamboyant -- debonair -- that smirk on his face -- A chaps -- magenta or something -- it's charcoal-ish now A war trophy -- No head hunting anymore -- show any tribes He told me once with a shrugg nonchalant curse-like tone -- oh those spurs -- not even for menace makers Duel -- Jostle -- Do I look that intimidating to you eh -- Missui -- what's your name before you went to .... The uninimous chosen leader of warrior race A spine-chilling momentary glint in his pupil He ain't hunchbacked -- it's his way of obeisance His loyality rests with my father -- Mills and Boons -- That's what he thinks of me -- I guess Discreet -- hoarse -- monosyllables -- like giving them marching orders Doesn't even snooze -- siesta -- he trots to souk Hubble-bubble occassionally -- otherwise, Come To The Marlboro Country It's real sultry -- re-schedule your -- next summer break maybe Yes, yes he's so copycatish and fake -- gotta go now. Bye. Hey, Mister Cowboy -- Where's my Black tea huh? Damn -- did he hear that or what -- eavesdropping on me. Wait let my grandfather come. Hey, mister stonedeaf -- dont we pay you slave. Posted by Maqsood Qureshi at 9:58 PM