Poesía

Thinking Of The Bully-Bosh

 

O Bosh, he is the ‘son-of-a-wimp’

Who wills to be so tough,

Now he wants three more wars,

In which he can unleash his boors,

And leave the ground so very rough

Wherever his bombers bomb and maim

And his ignorant arrogance makes its claim

To defeat all common sense.

 

Everyone now wants to know,

“How can we join this Axis of Evil?

Are only three allowed to be

Members of the club?

Or does it suffice to burn the Yankee

Flag, to be included;

And can only nations, or individuals too

Proudly join the throng?”

 

O Binny Lad, he really did

Prick a goof to madness,

How cleverly he provoked the Bully,

In this Absurd World Disorder.

Smart Bosh likes smart bombs

And smart wars too,

He loves to see an arse kicked

With all his nobility.

 

Now Bosh, when he heard New York was whacked

He quickly got out of there,

But sent his bombers and many men

To bomb the dust in Afghanistan!

Being so brave he wagged his finger

And threatened all the world,

“Agree with me, or you will die

As I have all the power!”

 

 

 

 

Various creeps and sycophantic poops

Agreed with him so strongly,

Such were Blair and Saudi Arabia,

Delighted to clap so wrongly!

After they had given Bosh a big taste

Of blood, it was hard to stop him,

Especially when his pal Sharon

Intensified his murder.

 

“Now let`s drop a bomb or two

On North Korea too!”

Thought Bosh, being so very clever,

And giving in to nothing, never,

As Britain is such a lovely ally

With earnest mask and shallow jogger

Blair, who tip-toes not too close

Behind his beloved Bosh.

 

And Thatcher too, she whirled her bag

And cried, ”Kill Saddam Hussein!”

And Mayor Guiliani was made a Knight

In glorious London Town!

Noone could see why Bosh did not

Want to bomb Colombia too,

Or Libya, Sri Lanka, or Timbuktu,

As there was much poverty, too.