[Mr. K]

Oh frettled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my
blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!

[Miss Marple]

Once upon a Ramadan dreary,
While I hunkered, sore and weary
In my cave of hiding from the Infidel above

Came a vision softly calling
Houris loudly caterwauling
Telling me of Allah's claim to my undying jihad love.

Suddenly there came a tapping
Outside of the cave...a rapping
We did not know what this sound meant to our frightened band of men.

Entered then a US soldier
Gun was pulled from out his holster
We were doomed to go to Gitmo, home we'd never see again.

Now we live here at Club Gitmo
Dreaming we could get some ammo
So we could break out and kill Infidels. Amen!