The House of the Middling Sun by Bryan Peppin
(With a little help from Someone)
Its fame was known both far and wide,
The House of the Middling Sun;
Its fare being that which has been plied
Since races with time were run.
The course was set, the stud did charge,
He paid by the hour or two.
The House was big, the rooms were large,
They even offered a view.
Big Dad, he had a hundred names,
But he was known just by one;
Where e’er you went, there were end-games
Proclaiming Centurion.
He flew o’er land, he sailed o’er sea,
To get for his House a tart.
He ne’er did care about the fee
If she was pretty and smart.
The House was filled with tasty treats
Brought from the four-cornered earth.
Of white, of black, delicious eats,
The Middling Sun had no dearth.
Big Dad, he had ambitious plans
In the land of the Humps Ahead;
He knew that the mind of ev’ry man’s
Fixed on a big double bed.
So he and partner, Messenger,
Scoured all of the neighb’ring lands
And roped in local brands of her
Who used all—mouth, legs, and hands.
The House, it had some glorious days,
The rooms were all filled with guests;
The owners thought of various ways
T’engage all of their love-nests.
It was much more than two could do,
They needed some hired help;
They interviewed the chosen few
And got for themselves a whelp.
The whelp, he managed ev’rything:
The rooms, and the time, and fee;
His drive for what the flesh could bring
Wronged Hamlet’s soliloquy.
The traffic could not be put down,
The House acquired a name,
So much that even Bobby Brown
Was finally put to shame.
But when the humpers had their fill,
The fare suddenly went stale;
It seemed a case of over-kill,
The House then started to fail.
The came the man from Serendip
Whose name was something like Pearl,
He told Big Dad he’d make a trip
To fetch a cute Indian girl,
Or two, or three, if that the stake
Was such that he had a share;
He wanted two-thirds of the cake,
He thought that was fair and square.
He searched the Oriental land
For beauties to fit the bill;
He did not think it underhand
To lure them to the old mill.
He said he’d give one fifty bucks,
Another, a little less;
These two, they said: “Oh! What the fucks,
“We’ll go, we’re in some distress.”
The man called Pearl was sure the young
Were rarin’ to have a go;
He advertised and from far-flung
Places he built up his show.
When he returned to Humps Ahead
He found that he had a note
Which, when he read, discovered it said
She wanted to rock his boat.
The more the merrier, he thought,
He wrote to the She to come.
He didn’t feel like a pimp who’d bought
Three pairs of beautiful bum.
It was sweetness and light, at first;
The three little tarts were glad;
But in the course of the early burst
They knew that they had been had.
The first two felt that to pull out
Was better than going along;
They left in a huff. Pearl did shout
That they had destroyed his song.
The She, she had no choice but stay,
And stay she did for a while.
To all her customers she’d say:
“Hello”, with her custom-made smile.
She locked th’injustice in her breast,
Alone did she cry full sore;
Couldn’t prevent the heaving chest
Above her—she was a whore!
They came and came and came and came.
They parted her thighs full wide.
For young and old ‘twas just a game,
She gave ‘em a wondrous ride.
“For how long must I bear this cross?
“It’s very hard so to do.
“Forever? ‘Cause I am a pros.,
“Bound by the turn of a screw?
“I’m pierced to the quick; it’s worse
“Than lances thrust in your side!
“Don’t you think it’s an awful curse
“When you’ve not a place to hide?
“I know my stuff; I even sing,
“It’s nat’ral, all women know.
“But can you tell me just one thing?
“Who was it first made me so?
“Where do I go when my sails furl?
“What happens when I have gone?
“Will Big Dad, Messenger, and Pearl
“Go get themselves one more pawn?
“Came I to this only because
“I’ve nothing between my legs?
“And when will they e’er change the laws
“To look after their own dregs?
“Enough! I’m done! I’ve made my speech,
“I’ve nothing more left to say.
“I hope my words ain’t like a beach:
“Mere sand on a sunny day.”
And so it goes, just as of old,
Since no-one can keep it down;
And men will always be so bold
To put jewels in a frown.
But at my back I sometimes hear
The bard of so long ago;
He said it out so loud and clear:
“Being born a woman’s, to know.”
12 June 1995
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Bryan Peppin has a Ph.D. in English from the University of Madras. This is his 37th year as a College-level teacher, including 28 years with The New College, Chennai , where he rose to be HOD in 2003. He came to Oman in 2003-2004, where he was Director of the English Language Center, Salalah College of Technology for about 4 years, and is now Director of the English Language Center, Shinas College of Technology.
Bryan's interests include writing ( he had a novel published in June 2011), close reading of literary texts and, of course, watching TV. He can be contacted at <peppin.bryan@gmail.com>