To: Snow Bunny
The planes in flight fit this poem I just finished yesterday, so, it's a little rough around the edges:
Saddam, Saddam
You better prepare for an attack,
you cant take it back,
you had your chance,
maintain you normal stance,
raise your hands,
your girly-boys will soil their pants
again, they will drop their guns
youve had your day in the sun
Saddam, Saddam, see what youve done
put yourself on the run
see what happens when you invade my nest
do you regret your foolish quest?
There is one guy you tried to push
I speak, of course, of G.W. Bush
you discovered he is not weak
in fact, you helped him reach his peak
Did you believe were all like Daschile,
Clinton, Terry M. , Al Gore?
they are not bashful,
each a political whore
There are others leftists you see
do you remember Mrs. C?
oh, all right, I mean Hillary
she would have set you free
Saddam, Saddam, you foolish man,
we are one in this blessed land
we were split down the middle
with inspections you had to fiddle
now, you brought about a consensus,
time to prepare for our presence
Oh, lets not forget the United Nations
one of the leftists creations
Kofi tried to get you off the hook
now theyre taking a second look
I, for one, know youre not alone
I dont believe youre the man,
someone else is on the throne,
you are just one of the band
whomever, I suggest you leave us alone
Once youve been dispatched
therell be another itch to scratch
only the future will tell,
who is next to be sent to Hell
Saddam, Saddam, youre such a jerk
your recent ploy will not work
my words to you are at an end,
there are now bombs to send
oh yes, well also send real men
well buckle, but we will not bend
decent people do not kill their own
reap the whirlwind you have sown
Copyright © 2002 By John J. Lindsay. All Rights Reserved
September 17, 2002
448 posted on
09/18/2002 7:10:46 PM PDT by
poet
To: poet
Wow, poet, that is a great poem. And the sentiment is perfect.
To: poet
Love that poem!!!!
650 posted on
09/19/2002 12:06:09 AM PDT by
radu
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