'Twas broiling, and the sly theoves
'Mid fire and brimstone win the babes;
All flimsy were the war-no-doves,
And the gnome wraths shout "Wahhabes!"

"Beware the Jihad flock, my son,
Because each right, by laws they snatch!
Heed spare the hubbub word, and shun
The furious Ba'athist klatch!"

He took his mortal horde inland;
Long time Phalanx Escrow he sought---
So wrested he, cried the Humdrum Three,
Who would denial have brought.

Allies enough Bush got, withstood
The jabber talk of lies and blame;
Came stiff-lipped through the tumult, would
Endure bold action's flame.

One four four one! This flag won't run;
The fusillade sent slick attack!
He cleft Afghanistan, by plan
He rent enGulfed Iraq.

"And hast thou drained the Terror Swamp?
Come take their arms; spy teams deploy.
So fractious they! Call new cadre!"
Be chore to win his ploy.

'Twas chilling, and the sty photos
Did ire the grim skulls in The Hague;
All crimson was the horror prose,
And the tomes thrash Abu Ghraib.