The Fall of Saddam Hussein
Uncle Sam was feeling swank:
'Go!' he said to Saddam, 'Go!'
His Garde Républicaine was not
It thus took naught to overthrow
The consummation of this love
Were nuptials of such import seen,
And on his capture, in a hole,
At last he was a Super-Yank —
An 'S' upon his T-shirt proved
He had the right to make you move.
But Saddam was a bit too slow,
And soon the bruiser from Tikrit
Was rather resolutely smit.
The force Napoleon had got.
(A rumor has it that his tanks
Were just for show, and fired blanks.)
The bruiser's braggadocio,
Though Uncle Sam was puffed with pride —
Like Tony Blair, his blushing bride.
Brought paeans from the One above.
The lion and the jackal wed!
Not since Musso's time, it's said,
To link the mighty with the mean.
But Saddam missed the whole shebang
While on the run with half his gang,
Was less a man than rat or mole.
He whose look turned men to ice
Then had his beard checked for lice.
© Alan Ireland
