The Decider
for breakfast The Decider ate a bowl of oatmeal
he decided Iran must die
so he called his old pal Rumsfeld.
"Yes, master," said Rumsfeld, "I like spiders.
I like big, fat, hairy spiders!"
"I am. . .Count Decider," said The Decider,
"I do not drink wine."
"Yes, master!" Rumsfeld said.
outside the castle, wild animals began to sing.
The Decider stuck a probe into the wall map of Iran,
and began to sing, "Hallelujah!"
"God talks to me," The Decider said,
"and I decide!"
"Yes, master!" Rumsfeld slobbered.
"Can I have a big, fat, hairy spider?"
The Decider reached into his pocket and pulled out a
fat, hairy spider. "Here you are, Rumsfeld."
Rumsfeld stuck out his tongue and The Decider
put the fat, hairy spider on Rumsfeld's tongue.
"Enjoy!" said The Decider.
"Yes, master!" said Rumsfeld.
---Scott
Wannberg |
