Superman Sansom Shorn
Created | Updated Aug 31, 2008
Superman Samson lusted for his squeeze
Delicious Delilah with fragrant hair.
He sat her softly on muscular knees
And kissed her bosom surfacing bare.
“My darling Samson,” she murmured low
“To prove your love, you must confide all.
You crushed the Philis, smote many blows
Using a jawbone, tore doors from a wall,
What’s the source of such amazing power?”
Three times she asked, he told a white lie.
The Philis rushed in, could only glower
Samson broke his bonds and tossed them high.
You’d think he’d guess his woman was bought.
Was his brainbox stuffed with wooden blocks?
Was he crazily in love, so scarcely thought
But said “My power is in my uncut locks.”
He laid his shaggy head on her lap in sleep
The barber wielded his sharpest blade
The hair landed thick in tangled heaps
Samson awoke to find he’d been betrayed.
They bustled shorn Samson quickly away
The sound of Philis cheering rent the air.
He might have survived for many a day
If he’d worn a wig on his sacred hair.
