Anjene Divine

"Anjene Divine" is a famous bard's song throughout the realm. It goes:


 * Tubori have the sweetest wine,


 * Vandagans have the biggest swine,


 * and Hillman have the richest mines,


 * but none have The Anjene Divine.


 * Anjene Divine's a serving wench,


 * Your heart string she doth truly wrench,


 * and while you sit on stool of bench,


 * the sight of her your thirst doth quench.


 * Anjene Divine with flowing hair,


 * as soft and brown as teddy-bear,


 * with shine and lustre, oh, so rare,


 * and as she walk at it we stare.


 * Anjene Divine with shining eyes,


 * like glitt'ring gems that cause mens sighs,


 * to draw their gaze do fellows try,


 * by buying drinks and telling lies.


 * Anjene Divine with ruby lips,


 * like addicts searching for a fix,


 * the men they try to make her smile,


 * she's far above the rank and file.


 * Anjene Divine with creamy skin,


 * as smooth and soft as porcelain,


 * just to touch't could be no sin,


 * beyond compare (yet claims a twin!)


 * Anjene Divine with well-formed ear,


 * so small and fine without a peer,


 * she takes all orders through the noise,


 * and never swaps an order, boys


 * Anjene Divine with del'cate feet,


 * most often bare in all the heat,


 * they do dance light as if to beat,


 * while bearing drink and trays of meat.


 * Anjene Divine with well-turned calf,


 * she likes to flash them with a laugh,


 * but ask to see them? That's a gaffe,


 * 'twould earn you hers and patrons' wrath.


 * Anjene Divine with lovely hips,


 * she always moves with sways and dips,


 * and taunts the men with saucy quips,


 * then winks and grins with pouting lips.


 * Anjene Divine with firm, soft rump,


 * against them men do hope she bumps,


 * while bearing drinks to tables, thump!


 * but try to pinch, she'll give you lumps.


 * Anjene Divine with full, round bust,


 * impeccible 'neath clothes unmussed,


 * when she leans over men "adjust",


 * most o'erwhelmed with thoughts of lust."