XMas poem for Osama

  1. Twas the night before the bombing

    Twas the night before Payback and all through the Land,
    They're running like rabbits in Afghanistan,
    Osama's been praying, he's down on his Knees,
    He's hoping that Allah will hear all his Pleas.
    He thought if he killed us that we'd fall and Shatter,
    But all that he's done is just make us Madder.
    We ain't yet forgotten our Marines in Beirut,
    And we'll kick your butt, with one heavy Boot.
    And yes we remember the USS Cole,
    And the lives of our sailors that you bastards Stole.
    You think you can rule us and cause us to Fear,
    You'll soon get the answer if you live to Hear.
    And we ain't forgotten your buddy Saddam,
    And he ain't forgotten the sound of our Bombs.
    You think that those mountains are somewhere to Hide.
    They'll go down in history as the place where you Died.
    Remember Khadhafi and his Line of Death?
    He came very close, to his final Breath.
    So come out and prove it, that you are a Man,
    Cause our boys are coming and they have a Plan.
    They are our fathers and they are our Sons,
    And they sure do carry some mighty big Guns.
    They would have stayed home with children and Wives,
    Till you bastards came here and took all these Lives.
    Osama I wrote this especially for You,
    For air mail delivery by B-52.
    You soon will be hearing a thud and a whistle,
    Old Glory is coming, attached to a Missile.
    I will not be sorry to see your ass Go.
    It's Red, White, and Blue that is running this Show.
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  3. by   essarge
    Great poem!!!
  4. by   night owl
    this is as my son would say, sweeeeet!

    i can't wait until christmas... this is one for the nurses station.

    merry christmas osama!

    thanks hoolahan!
  5. by   debbyed
    I wish I had talent like this. A copy defitently goes to the nurses station and with your permission I may send it as a Christmas E-Mail to all my firends.
  6. by   hoolahan
    Oh my goodness! I am not this talented!!

    This is a cut n paste from my e-mail. Feel free to post it as you wish I guess, I did, by posting it here!!

    When something is this good, I have to share.

    I often long to be a poet, but my poetry is limited to

    Roses are red,
    violets are blue,
    osama bin laden,
    I hate you!

    Not too creative I'm afraid!!