The infidels deserve to die
The infidels I will fry
I'm still the President of Iraq
I lost nothing in the attack
I had to kill them to be a man
The infidels like Green Eggs and Ham
I do not like it Saddam I Am...
Probably goes something like that...
Modern poetry doesn't rhyme. He, no doubt, writes like this:
Spider Hole!
dreary....
my palace....
infidel soldier....
captured....
Sad...damn!