DAVID G. ST. LEON
TWIN TOWERS TO RUBBLE
Tall giants, they stood outlined against the sky,
In all the world they were once most high.
Now reduced to rubble by a plane
Then for a lark, the Pentagon he rocked
For our "mate" Osama, the Yanks he did disdain.
And now the Yankee wanders, dazed and shocked.
Their sacred dollar they cannot trade,
For Wall Street traders, of stout stuff are not made.
It is a great pity there are not more
Like those who fought in a plane,
With certain death they saved their country's law.
The White House will avenge time and time again!
Osama bin Laden does boast he has
Fifteen thousand men and fifteen thousand more.
Will he march them into the hills
And then march them back again,
As a doddering old duke has done before?
Osama bin Laden will surely lie rotting in hell,
'Cause Mahomet and Allah would puke at his smell.
With glowering eyes and slobbering jaws,
The jackals stare from afar
For they know to eat from a stench so vile
'T would be for sure to be upsetting their bile.
Now the world seeks a man by name bin Laden
And like mangy mongrel dogs
His men gather round him in a den.
He swears to strike again, but Lord knows where or when!
The Yanks have gifted him a ticket right to hell.
Then in the morn they'll toll old Liberty Bell.
And the Yanks now will start that holy fight.
Will they find bin Laden has still much might?