To: Dog; eyespysomething
I was trying out some of this jihad poetry. I really enjoy writing it.
There once was a surgeon from Egypt;
He lived in caves as dark as a crypt.
He died with a bang
And the rest of his gang
By the Americans, too, got whipped.
Zawahiri was living in Pakistan
When the missiles came he got up and ran
But he tripped on his turban
Fell flat like Dick Durbin
And now the dumb a$$ fits in a can
31 posted on
01/20/2006 1:22:08 PM PST by
SittinYonder
(That's how I saw it, and see it still.)
To: SittinYonder
Zawahiri was living in Pakistan
When the missiles came he got up and ran
But he tripped on his turban
Fell flat like Dick Durbin
And now the dumb a$$ fits in a can LOL. Great work, SY!
44 posted on
01/20/2006 2:26:44 PM PST by
CDB
To: SittinYonder
How about some jihad haiku:
Terrorist dying.
Missiles fly down from heaven.
Hard to match up parts.
78 posted on
01/20/2006 4:46:52 PM PST by
Busywhiskers
("...moral principle, the sine qua non of an orderly society." --Judge Edith H. Jones)
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