true stories  |  urban legends  |  funny vocabulary
You Are Here: home poetry a lovely ramaden poem

A Lovely Ramaden Poem


Twas the night before Ramadan
As Osama, the louse
Was plotting with Omar;
His soon-to-be spouse.

The Taliban were nestled,
All snug in their caves
And they dreamt of young virgins
Who would soon be their slaves.

Then out in the desert,
There arose such a clatter
They crept from their caves
To see what was the matter.

Not far in the distance
There came a strange sound.
Lo and behold;
They saw a mushroom-shaped cloud.

Before Osama evaporated
He knew it was true:
His ass had been kicked
By the Red, White, and Blue 



Comment or Share Your Own One Liner







privacy policy