News and stories
Are forgot
But Bashevkin
He thinks not
For what this writer
Likes to do
Is take the year
In quick review
For we all know
That nothing’s new
Under the sun
For any Jew
We started out
The earth did shake
Haiti got
A major quake
And who came out
And did partake?
Of course, Yidden
For chessed’s sake!
Obama blew in
Like a storm
And bulldozed in
New health reform
Oh! Did he
Us, misinform!
In Arizona
Laws did pass
To ask from every
Single class
Are you perhaps
An alien?
“Hurray,” said
Sarah “Palian”! (sic)
Indeed her Tea Party
Had sunk
The thoughts Pelosi
Sure had thunk!
And soon the Senate
Came back “R”
And the House
Seemed not too far
Lots of Leaks
And things got sticky
From BP
And Mr. Wiki!
Months and months
The oil spewed
BP laughed
Obama Stewed
Mr. Wiki
They plugged his leak!
Took the police
Not a week
To send their leaker
Up the creek!
Putin and
Obama met
Made some deals
‘Bout nukes, I fret
Behind the ears
Obama’s wet
The better deal
The Russians get
And they’ll continue
With their lies
Plant three dozen
Russian spies
And when their mission
It does flop
They’ll arrest ours
And make a swap!
But Jonathan
He still sits there
Does anybody
Even care?
From Israel do
A sound we hear?
A flotilla
Terror filled
Try to have
Israelis killed
And when soldiers
Tried to defend
The world just couldn’t
Comprehend
And al-Qaeda
Still says, “Hi”
We’re still around
In land and sky
Don’t think we stop
At underwear
We’ll try to bomb you
In Times Square
And if we fail
To blow the car
We’ll put a package
Not too far
We’ll think of ways
You’d never think
Place a bomb in
Toner ink!
The world still kvetches
‘Bout Iran
But they let them
Carry on
It really gets
The sane ones sick
You don’t fight wars
With rhetoric
No combat role
Now in Iraq
I fear that soon
It will go back
To every day
A new attack
And Afghan peace
Seems nowhere near
Especially
When it’s not clear
Who we’re dealing
With out there!
And Abbas claims
He’ll make a state
Wags his finger
Says, “Just wait!”
Obama’s got much
On his plate
Like North and South
Korea’s fate
And Rangel got
An ethics potch
Like his friend
Blagojevoch!
Of course when back
We take a look
We must record
Bashevkin’s book!
And through it all
Rubashkin sits
Somehow he
Maintains his wits
While justice seems
Quite on the fritz
Yet Rabbi Lipschutz
Never quits
And so a year
Called “Twenty Ten”
Has closed its books
But we ask “When?”
Will “their world” feel
Hashem in Heaven?
We hope, perhaps
Twenty Eleven…
