Hey people, this poem came to me late last night. I hope it doesnt offend anyone, and if it does ill remove it. Its my interpretation of George Bush(farmer) and the fruit bats r the iraqi extremists. i hope it makes sense. and again, i am not against america,nor do i think the september 11 bombings were good, but his retaliation was a bit harsh. hope you like it. please comment, i dont want to sound racist or anything
Old George had the greatest farm
Well protected from any harm
Until one day, when he was out
A menace decided to snoop about
And this menace went out to prove he was strong
But the way he did it was very wrong..
When George came back he heard a shout
And went to see what the commotion was about
Georges face glowed a bright red
While some children laughed, pointing overhead
"farmer George, look at that!
Your crops been damaged by a fruit bat
And the part that really blows
Is that he did it under your very nose"
Well George did not like this at all
And that moment, he swore the bat would fall
So after planting seeds to grow his crop back
He starting scheming for his attack
He could just put wire around his crop
That would definitely make the bat stop
But no, that wasn't enough
He wanted a punishment more tough
So to every plant he fed
A poison to kill the bat instead
It might spoil some of his harvest
But knowing he got revenge overruled the rest
And to make sure his plan did not fail
So sneakily, he did plant a trail
To where the bats colony slept at day
Til night came, when they flew away
The farmer grinned a satisfied smile
And returned to his house, to wait a while
To wait until the next day came
To prove two can play the 'menace game'
Night passed and the sun soon rose
As he went to the fields on his tippy toes
And when the farmer reached the site
His face lit up with utter delight
Not only had the pesky bat died
But dozens more, whom the fruit they'd tried.
But Georgey decided not enough were dead
When an idea did come into his head
And so he grabbed his rifle
And he shot any he saw, whether or not with his crop they did trifle
And as every day went on
More and more fruit bats lives were gone
Even those who did not eat his fruit
Perished in the farmers vengeful pursuit
And soon enough, all the bats would've died
Even the innocent who tried to hide
And when they do, George will be sad
For his crusade for vengeance made him quite mad
His anger will not stop there
It'll turn to anything he sees in the air
And George will live the rest of his days
Killing and killing and trying to find ways
To exterminate any living thing
That gets in the way of him ruling like king
