In olden days there was a place called Jawbone Hill
where old Samson had his greatest kill.
of 1000 philistines. They came to give him much bad sass.
So he killed them with the jawbone of an ass.
This grisly job did give Samson such great thirst
that he wanted plenty of water, enough to burst.
That God gave him his own sweet well.
After all, so much killing was it's own hell.
Did Manoah's wife's face swell with pride
that so many men had died?
By the hands of her great son
He did it alone, the only one.
So did Samson say:
“With the jawbone of a donkey,
I've made heaps on heaps!
With the jawbone of a donkey,
I've killed a thousand men!”
Though he was strong he had a weakness true.
It is one that many men do.
He couldn't keep his pants zipped up.
This fate brings many men an evil cup.
That they must drink, like it or not
many become a drunken sot.
But it will not purge at all their guilt
Though it may make something wilt.
For a time, but, like as not, lust will return,
and cause their weakened member to burn.
And look for fresh young meat to carve,
lest their lusty nature begin to starve.
And this many men cannot abide,
filled with lust for girls men can't hide
And our great Samson was no special case
a wild woman's skin he loved to taste.
Because of this Samson met cruel fate
and brought him to an ugly state.
For modest women he had no cupid.
How is it men can be so stupid?
Only wild women he would date
because he wanted one to mate.
But only for the duration of the party.
he was strong and he was hearty.
He had too much muscle in his head
this the reason he ended dead.
So one day he met his true gift.
The one that made his spirits lift.
She had beauty she was keen,
but inside was her temper mean.
She was one that Samson wanted
her charms to him she openly flaunted
He was hooked like a fish taking worm
In front of him she did twist and squirm
and show herself an easy catch
Samson was deluded by the silly wretch