Rhymes his views
On what the world
Did claim was news
With Time’s big thing
Occupying
Everything
I guess Time is
So occupied
They’re making them
So bona-fide
Because in our
Great US nation
Many have lost
Their occupation!
Of course the world
The praise did sing
When occupied
With Arab Spring!
There was no springtime
In the air
At least around the world
And here!
For Hurricanes
And tsunamis
Left havoc in their path
Newsmen said it’s nature
And we said it’s G-d’s wrath
And heroes tried
And heroes died
And Klal Yisroel mourned
As more yesomim cried
A tragedy in Brooklyn
It shook us to the core
But we reacted valiantly
And pray we hear no more
All sorts of fellows running
A presidential race
Everyday
A new one claims
He is in first place
Rebellions in the Arab world
Our president did praise
I guess he just don’t
Understand
They’ll never change their ways
They’re screaming in Tunisia
Rebelling in Egypt
And back here in America
The Occupiers flipped
They drove out bums in Libya
Over in Yemen too
They’ll do the same in Syria
And then they’ll blame the Jew!
And Abbas tried to get his state
And vote in the UN
And the whole world tried to
Join his cause
What’s new, my friend, again?
Goodbye tyrant Gaddafi
And Kim you died too late
Your son will now wear
Your “songlasses”
Oy! To Korea’s fate
And yes!
They got Osama
It sure took them a while
The Prez, I’m sure, said,
“Take him out!
‘Cause I don’t want a trial!”
And terrorists around the world
Are cheering that they won
They got 1,000 monsters back
And Israel got their son
And Europe’s banks are failing
The US, they’ll soon fleece
I worry that the slide won’t stop
For it’s covered in Greece
The prince he did get married
For all the world to see
I hope his shidduch’s better
Than that of his daddy
And Iran’s going “nuclear”
And Bibi is still snubbed
Obama teleprompts his lines
And Perry’s lines were flubbed
And politicians
Come and go
I hope Congress is cleaner
Welcome, Mr. Turner
And goodbye Mr. Weiner
Technology has boomed again
But lost its favorite son
In Berries versus fruits, they say
The Apple has won!
I won’t go into
Our world
I’ll wait ‘til our New Year
But pen these words
In worry
While all the nations cheer!
They sing and revel
And then get drunk
As they drop a ball
But we know that
The world’s real fate
Depends upon us all!
So our plea
As they shall drink
Please save us in these times
And bring Your light
Unto the world
And I’ll make happy rhymes!
