The Genealogy of Sir Quixana
“Noah begat Cherom
who swam by the ark
as penance for his stench –
his brothers would wrench
the wood from the hull
to waft off the smell
had he shat aboard.
Cherom swam by the ark,
a mighty sailor
of his boat made of water
and famed as a shark-
baiter extraordinaire –
he was a fifteen per center
when he sold on to old Noah
but was disowned
for his stench and his politics:
quite left of centre
and socialist in principle.
“Cherom on landing
begat dear Jeshua
long-lived and bearded
and twitted in excelsis –
who claimed the whole world
of meals was held resident
in his facial hair:
a ballotine of eels,
a junket of pear,
a guava soup of lemon leaves
and peaves of peach-air
within bubbles of pig-bollocks –
for this he was disowned
and abandoned,
crowned and never pardoned
as the King of Heathen Foods.
Wine soaked his beard
and drenched his poor wife –
quite drunk and peaceable
for the remainder of her life.
“Jeshua begat Anhesus
who begat Desparus
who begat Trióde –
yp-yippity and glory day!
for he earned great accolades
and cheers for his puked-up
mixtures of lime-necked
beers of foreign lands.
“Trióde begat Job –
moaning cunt of a man
with pus and retro-
active wonders on his skin
that begged a thirst to begin
the patient story of his life.
“Job begat Absalon
who begat Legion
and Gentile begatted
by Legion who batted
his sperm to all-comers –
Head Spin Oafs
and Rum Tum Tummers,
Tuggers and Glory-Bes
to the crowds and faces.
“Gentile begat Asher
the Ancient and Childless
who took after grandfather
and whose semen was sieved
and alternately mixed
with honey and ash
and smeared betwixt
the breasts of fallen women.
“Asher begat no-one
but his money to further
the cause of insemination
and brought to the world
some shy ones in corners
and their children’s desires
to mix and procreate
a new land twirled-up
in blue and red.
“That crowd, that noise and rabble,
begat my father: Ibn Hasid of Levant,
well-versed in the poet’s
idle conversation and cant.”
“Noah begat Cherom
who swam by the ark
as penance for his stench –
his brothers would wrench
the wood from the hull
to waft off the smell
had he shat aboard.
Cherom swam by the ark,
a mighty sailor
of his boat made of water
and famed as a shark-
baiter extraordinaire –
he was a fifteen per center
when he sold on to old Noah
but was disowned
for his stench and his politics:
quite left of centre
and socialist in principle.
“Cherom on landing
begat dear Jeshua
long-lived and bearded
and twitted in excelsis –
who claimed the whole world
of meals was held resident
in his facial hair:
a ballotine of eels,
a junket of pear,
a guava soup of lemon leaves
and peaves of peach-air
within bubbles of pig-bollocks –
for this he was disowned
and abandoned,
crowned and never pardoned
as the King of Heathen Foods.
Wine soaked his beard
and drenched his poor wife –
quite drunk and peaceable
for the remainder of her life.
“Jeshua begat Anhesus
who begat Desparus
who begat Trióde –
yp-yippity and glory day!
for he earned great accolades
and cheers for his puked-up
mixtures of lime-necked
beers of foreign lands.
“Trióde begat Job –
moaning cunt of a man
with pus and retro-
active wonders on his skin
that begged a thirst to begin
the patient story of his life.
“Job begat Absalon
who begat Legion
and Gentile begatted
by Legion who batted
his sperm to all-comers –
Head Spin Oafs
and Rum Tum Tummers,
Tuggers and Glory-Bes
to the crowds and faces.
“Gentile begat Asher
the Ancient and Childless
who took after grandfather
and whose semen was sieved
and alternately mixed
with honey and ash
and smeared betwixt
the breasts of fallen women.
“Asher begat no-one
but his money to further
the cause of insemination
and brought to the world
some shy ones in corners
and their children’s desires
to mix and procreate
a new land twirled-up
in blue and red.
“That crowd, that noise and rabble,
begat my father: Ibn Hasid of Levant,
well-versed in the poet’s
idle conversation and cant.”