Begum Bucket – Poem

There is a woman like a bulldog but meaner

She is so ugly no one could see her

Travelling far, against the laws of her place, in disgrace

She went and married an Islamic believer.

Now, this believer was an achiever

Realising she was so displeasing on the eye

He blew himself up in order to leave her

The proud widow then married a train of men

One after the other the husbands came

Her legs were bandy from the game

They too sacrificed themselves to the gods in the sky

Rather than look her daily by and by

Three blessed children died one by one

Starved by her or her many husbands

No remorse does she feel

Gods told her not to feed them

Many know her as Shamina Begum.

Fin

By Samantha ‘unextraordinarybint’ Harris

Regarding the brown british (unfortunately) terrorist islamic fighter Shamina Begum who will be facing trial soon I hope.

I’m in a stinking mood. It’s almost out of my system.