But I could tell you something
I know I smell a rat
You don’t need too much savvy
I know right off the bat
We’re making a new deal, I hear
With hoodlums from Iran
The president is kvetching
“I did the best I can”
I don’t know much of politics
Don’t get what he just said
But things I heard astounded me
From the lips that we all read
“They won’t make the bomb tomorrow
I told them in ten years
And I’ll be back in Kenya then
So why should I have fears?”
They say they’ll have inspections
Like a mashgiach in a dorm
The imams will scream “Chickie”
And then kick up a storm
He told them “no more nuclear”
It is not very safe
I’ll let you build the regular
To simply bomb and strafe
And if you share with Hezbollah
I won’t make too much noise
Because I see you’re growing up
And want to share your toys
So let me lift the sanctions
And let your oil flow
The Saudis will love Israel now
I guess it goes to show!
My good old friend, dear Bibi
He’s getting out of hand
I’ll send some missiles to him too
In case a bomb does land
I’m waiting for my Peace Prize
From some guy named Nobel
I’ll call my friend “‘Jmidinijad”
To claim a prize as well
And all the Dems in Congress
And Senators as well
Will clap their hands and praise my skills
“Barack, that sure went well!”
And Chuck is not a shomer
For he just makes a stink
About big Slurpees, airplane noise
Or some caffeine drink
But where is he a shomer
When Iran will soon bomb?
Did someone push the snooze button
On Chuck Schumer’s alarm?
They all stand there and smile
“It’s peace for our time”
When all I see is chaos and
A horror and a crime
And yes we all must daven
And yes we all must pray
But hopefully the poems like this
Will get someone to say
Call your local congressman
Tell them what you think
And you can quote Bashevkin that
I think the plan does stink