The Second Song for the Sultan, Most Unusual and Bizarre Happenings Occurring in the Pestana Chelsea Bridge Hotel; Two Limericks from Swindon

Now this is the second song for the Sultan and not to be understood, even by me. It blasted from loudspeakers at the Presidio YMCA – a place sorely missed for various reasons, mostly because normal, ordinary people go there. Fellow guests in this hotel are terribly privileged and extremely rich and selfish beyond belief using their rather eerie heads only for a hat rack rack. Well some are marvellous and write limericks for inclusion in this blog – but on the whole they are vague, silly and distracted, particularly the women, So this is my second song for the Sultan (aka SSS, aka Fazza aka The Crown Prince of Dubai) It is inexplicable why this song comes to mind. It is Save the Last Dance for Me, and here are the lyrics.

You can dance every dance with the guy

Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight

You can smile every smile for the man

Who held your hand beneath the pale moon light

But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home

And in whose arms you’re gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music’s fine

Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart

Don’t give your heart to anyone

And don’t forget who’s takin’ you home

And in whose arms you’re gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

Baby, don’t you know I love you so

Can’t you feel it when we touch

I will never, never let you go

I love you oh so much

You can dance, go and carry on

‘Til the night is gone

And it’s time to go

If he asks if you’re all alone

Can he walk you home, you must tell him no

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home

And in whose arms you’re gonna be

Save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music’s fine

Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart

Don’t give your heart to anyone

And don’t forget who’s taking you home

And in whose arms you’re gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

So don’t forget who’s taking you home

Or in whose arms you’re gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh baby, won’t you save the last dance for me

Ooh, you make a promise

That you’ll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance

The very last dance

For me.

It is my considered belief, based on the population of this hotel that there are no people left in Qatar. Yesterday morning a young man from Qatar, still drunk from partying – told me that I was very sexy. He was accompanied by a slightly older man from Dubai. Hearing this tale of woe caused a foursome from Swindon to come up with this limerick which will be printed for the first time upon these pages.

There was once a man from Qatar

Who strung me along with his guitar

He was six foot seven

He could be one eleven

As long as he preformed par.

The same foursome composed the following, learning of a certain individual.

There once was a Crown Prince of Dubai

Who was actually quite a nice guy

I met his sister and brother

I’d quite like to be his lover

So to the Arab Emirates I will fly.

On that high note I shall close this rather short blog.

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