The Search for Saddam and WMD (A Short Poem)
They seek him here,
They seek him there,
They cannot find him anywhere.
That dammed elusive Saddam Hussein!
Threatening the world again, and again.
His weapons buried in terrain,
Of sands that shift,
like politicians’ tales;
As to why so many searches fail.
Is he in Syria?
Is he in Iran?
Does he hunker, in a bunker?
With stores aplenty,
There he sits,
Musing on his future strikes;
With WMD and the like.
Be they real,
Or be they false;
Their danger cannot be doubted.
For read the papers in days to come,
To see the story outed;
That leads to Blair being routed.
Maybe not the finest piece of poetry ever written, but I think the point is clear.