Saint Dame

Jimmy Johns trod the jungle, safari extant
searching high for the oft rumored love making plant.
Said to be aphrodisiac nicknamed, The Dame,
Johns set out through the Congo for fortune and fame.

(A safari was not really needed by Johns
  with its elephants, rifles and extra add-ons,
  but the deal was too good so he seized with aplomb
  as he perused the site, See The Congo dot com.)

So upon Congo trail in the hot Congo sun
Johns’ safari flowed on with eland on the run
with thin Jimmy sharp-eyed for the plant by the way
on that African jungle safari in May.

With orangutans screeching from tall jungle perch,
Johns in awe then caught sight of what he sought to search.
He jumped out of his Overland Toyota truck,
grabbed the plant, raised his arms giving praise for his luck.

(Johns was not too religious--a good, decent dude,
  yet was thankful and sincere, averse to all rude.
  So he packaged The Dame, saw safari to end
  puffing one long cigar ‘round each lush verdant bend.)

He returned to the States with The Dame in his grip
thinking fortune was his per one African trip.
Yet when Dame went through process in Jimmy Johns’ labs,
the result was a dud and Jim sensed heartfelt stabs.

(No, the love making plant was a sexual fail
  and John’s thin countenance looked receding and pale
  as if life’s very essence escaped facial cell
  from an entrepreneur with no product to sell.)

In a Twilight Zone twist came a use that was swell;
Dame was given to those whose threat mantra was Hell.
Johns discovered the Dame had a much better fate
used to temper and halt fundamentalist hate.


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Writer’s Cramp
11-25-14