A fellow, sick with diarrhoea <br />was ruler over North Korea. <br />One hand was wiping his pale ass <br />the other held the phone, his brass <br />was in the War Room making plans <br />to send a missile straight to France. <br /> <br />The French who had supplied the booze <br />Cointreau and Cognac from Toulouse, <br />had never trusted weirdo ' ill' <br />because the name did rhyme with 'kill'. <br /> <br />A week before the missile travelled <br />toward the States, his brain unravelled <br />and 'ill' was looking at the globe <br />while dressed in silver-plated robe. <br /> <br />He figured that the Yanks' rebuke <br />would mean a heavy duty nuke <br />could dropp upon his liquor cellar, <br />all courtesy of Rockefeller. <br /> <br />So, in a sudden flash of brains <br />he'd figured to avoid those pains <br />and pick a target unprepared <br />to send a missile, undeclared. <br /> <br />Monsieur Chirac though, was a fox, <br />that morning, only dressed in sox <br />he'd caught the message from Mossad <br />which read....well, classified and odd, <br /> <br />it was enough to act at once <br />he grabbed his boxer shorts and guns <br />and ordered all the vineyard fellers <br />down on the farms and shipping cellars <br /> <br />to add to wine and cognac too <br />e-coli bugs straight from the loo. <br />That's why the weirdo in Korea <br />displayed explosive diarrhoea. <br /> <br />And in the end, through dehydration <br />he died and left a grateful nation <br />to have a liberated fête <br />and with the Yanks a tête-à-tête.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-north-korea-s-plans/
