Hey, Salman, buddy, don’t forget your old pal from the days
We used to go on picnics in the khareef’s misty haze.
Just you and me and retinue of a thousand men or so
(and of course the harem that was with you on the go).
I see you got the old man’s seat; congratulations, pal!
You’re passing out the beaucoup bucks to boost the state’s morale.
I do not wish to seem like I presume too much from you,
But times are tough; I’m in the rough; some cash would see me through.
About a million dollars sure would be enough for me;
I guess I can rely upon your generosity.
Send the check down to the county jail and I won’t squawk.
I’ll pay my bail and get my shirt and pants right out of hock!
“My Buddy, King Salman” was inspired by a story by Ben Hubbard.