All smiles and chuckles, caviar and wine,
What diplomacy so fine,
But in a gritty righteous undertone,
To him he says, best you’d for your sins atone,
But otherwise they’re just like brothers,
Each one wants to have his say,
Sparring over toys they have,
He calls him Yank, and him a Slav,
Here and there a lovely sight,
While pleasantries they do exchange,
This makes all happy and all smiles,
Barak he says, this’ll fly for miles,
Oh yeah say Med, this will fire instead,
This one too, says our Obama,
It’s atomic don’t you know,
Best my line you tow!
Soon the wrangling on it goes,
The fight that’s has got the best,
Ok, he says, I’ll put them here,
That for Iran I need not fear,
No you’re not you’re just pretending
You all along just want to win,
So just in case, that’s what I’ll do,
I’ll put mine nearer you,
So tell your friends to stay away,
From all my borders,
See this line,
Plus half of Georgia it’s all mine,
Ok dear Med, Obama says,
Got to go we play again,
When you’re in a better mood,
And then we’ll play real good,
I’ll tell mom, what you just said,
Peeved he throws his toys around,
Go play then with your friends instead,
You’ll be back I’ll bet.©06/07/2009
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Sparring over toys they have
What a silly human race we really are.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen