In Tatooine did Jabba Hutta
A stately pleasure-dome decree
Where Luke, the sacred Jedi ran
Down caverns measureless to man
To Rancor on Level “B”
So twice five miles of barren ground
With walls and towers were girdled round
And there’s a Sarlacc with backward spines
Where digested many a bounty hunter
And here was Yoda ancient as the hills,
Enfolding koans retrograde.
Max Rebo with a Red Ball Jett
In Jabba’s once I saw
He was an Ortolan dude
And on his Red Ball Jett he played
Singing of Mos Eisley
Could I revive within me
His Jizz-wailer song
To such deep delight ‘twould win me.
That with music very loud and long
I would build that dome in air
That sunny dome! That carbonite!
And all who were caught should see them there
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His dilating eyes! His missing hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice
And watch your back with Master Luke
For he on Meiloorun Fruit hath fed
And drunk blue milk of Paradise
