Deaf Wish

The Genie looked quite puzzled and asked me was I sure?
I told him that I’d dreamt of it for twenty years or more.
He shrugged his purple shoulders, saying, “Just as you desire!”
And then there came a roaring and the sound of rushing fire.

But when the smoke had cleared, I was looking down upon
A very, very small piano-playing Elton John,
And I looked up at the Genie with a countenance so vexed,
As Elton asked me, would I like to hear “Nikita” next?

The Genie said, “You asked for it!” and went on the defensive.
I’m afraid I used some language that was ribald and offensive.
“You stupid oaf! You big baboon! You nincompoop!” I hissed.
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