A Christmas poem

[Atticus]

Subject: The Nab Before Christmas

'Twas twelve days before Christmas, when all through Iraq

One creature WAS stirring, hiding under a rock;

The styrofoam was hung over the rathole with care,

In hopes the 4th Infrantry wouldn’t look there;

Ol’ Saddam was nestled all snug in his bed,

While visions of a comeback danced in his head;

And nestled beside him, in a black briefcase,

Was three quarters of a mil, in bills hard to trace.

When up above him there arose such a clatter,

He sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the trapdoor he flew like a thistle,

Looked up the rathole and threw down his pistol.

The light from above on his crest-fallen face

Showed his captors that he would give up the chase,

Cause, what to his weary eyes should appear,

But a US soldier and eight more at the rear,

They saw a cowering rat , who’d been on the lam ,

And they knew in a moment it must be Saddam.

More rapid than eagles his curses they came,

And he whimpered , and mumbled, and called them some names;

Now, boys don’t be hasty! Now, guys, I must mention

That you mustn’t forget the Geneva Convention!â€

Then out of his hole they dragged his sorry butt

And checked him for weapons and searched the hut.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to their headquarters the captors they flew,

With the briefcase full of cash , and Ol’ Saddam too!

 

[Smokey Joe]

Yeaah!

I bet Clement Clark Moore, the author of the original, titled "A Visit from Saint Nick," is rolling over in his grave. But he lived in a much more genteel and innocent time.

I was going to say a gentler time, also, but then I thought for just a minute on man's ongoing inhumanity to man, and it seems that brutality has been with us for as long as history, and I expect a lot longer than that.

And it remains that the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is that good people do nothing.

To keep this on topic, I will close by speculating on how many Iraquis have celebrated Saddam's capture, by firing their AK's into the air?

 

[Tropical Z]

I love it!
Is this by you Atticus?

 

[Atticus]

No, I did not write this....and unfortunately, I don't know who did.

 

[Carlos Cabeza]

T'was two weeks til Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Saddam was all snuggled down in his hole,
Dreaming of 70 virgins he would get for his soul.
Uday and Qusay had already been capped,
And laid in the ground for their long dirt nap.

When outside his hole there arose such a clatter,
Saddam didn't need to look up, to see what was the matter.
When the door was thrown open, what did appear,
A United States soldier saying, "Oh, Look what we have here".

The Soldier turned and called his buddies by name,
Come Smith, come Brown, come Jones and James,
Come Moore, come Green , come Cox and McClain!
Here he is the coward they call Hussein.

They whisked him away into the night,
The once powerful dictator wouldn't even fight.
You could hear the soldiers exclaim as they drove out of sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!

By S&T Cox
12/14/03