*Ik ben dit gedicht eigenlijk zomaar geschreven,
omdat ik meestal over liefde of vriendschap schrijf,
dacht ik dit is eens iets anders..*
There once was a ruler Hussein
Who gave the Iraqi's pain
He threw them in jail,
He censored their mail,
All for his personal gain!
The ruler of all sadaam,
Thought of making a nuclear bomb
so he worked night and day
and never did play,
Till he held it right there in his palm
Back in the old U.S.A.
They cried out this was foul play,
so they loaded they're jets
and put on they're sweats
to give ole Sadaam a bad day.
They bombed all the cities he had
They told hem he was very bad
They looked for the W.M.D.
They made all the citizens flee.
And at the end of the day they were sad
Because Hussein was pulling our leg
There wasn't a huge powder keg,
The soldiers all died,
They're citizens cried
And Bush laid a big hollow egg.