DAVID BEHOLDS BATHSHEBA

I am the king folks might call Dave;  
Forgive me, about her I rave,  
I was not so foolish in youth  
To eye a woman from a roof.  
No finer view in my city  
Has ever overtaken me.  
I saw her bathing in the pool,  
Sent the blood rushing to my tool,  
Made it stand, 'neath my robe, upright  
As her body was on that night.  
The curves of her younger body  
Made her look 'shaggable' to me.  
Much married man I may have been,  
She was like nothing before seen;  
No woman had appeared to me  
From nowhere first-time nakedly.  
(My wives, when I met, had clothes on,
Made me wait till wed life begun.)
She shone in moonlight like new pin  
From water poured over her skin  
And on the long lustrous dark hair,  
While she sponged herself, free of care.  
My resistance was overthrown,  
Like that giant hit by sling's stone;  
Seeing everything she'd got  
Had caught me in my weakest spot.  
I, who by God killed a giant,  
Had been on God less reliant;  
Corruption of power and wealth  
Had undermined my moral health.  
This youngest son, that shepherd boy,  
Did not foresee what he'd enjoy.  
I am the king absolutely;  
Would she not bend to me her knee  
If I summoned her to my place  
For a closer view of her face,  
And let her know, and touch and see  
All that this woman does to me?  
Who cared if somebody got killed?  
The king must have his need fulfilled.