Bluebeard

BluebeardA maiden from the Bosphorus,With eyes as bright as phosphorus,Once wed the mighty bailiffOf the caliphOf Kelat.Though diligent and zealous, heWas somewhat prone to jealousy.Considering her beauty,'Twas his dutyTo be that.It might be mentioned, casually,That blue as lapis lazuli,He dyed his lips, his lashes,His mustachesAnd his beard.And, just because he did it, heAroused his wife's timidity.Her terror she dissembledYet she trembledWhen he neared.Yuazuram, oh yuazuram.Glory hallelujah, y...