Years later Bathsheba's psychiatrist Was analysing the tryst Between King David And her.
It was no tryst Said she. What a slur. He was a ****** And an opportunist.
An amoeba would concur Said the psychiatrist That a shower screen And being more demure Would have been Quite spiritually enterprising.
You cannot expect Kind David to desist From objectifying your femurs And a cracking pair of amethysts.
Don't treat me Like some calculating Hormone Exchange Unit You sexist misogynist.
You are not fit To analyse me.
You say your name's Freud But you're wholly devoid Of any insight Of what is amiss Or my troubles might be.
Not one piece of grit Have you put in my oyster. You obsequious churl I'm a girl you don't mess with.
I could have you hung.
But instead she dismissed him and booked an appointment With a certain professor Who went by the name of Carl Gustav Jung.
Based on a story in the bible about a woman called Bathsheba who was spied on by King David whilst bathing on her roof. David ended up with her after having her husband killed off. She ended up with his stillborn child.