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 What Llama Lil Saw in Baghdad

In Llama Lil's Cafe eating crackers and Stilton 
surveying the street and reading Milton 
Sits a strange and moody itinerant 
Icon for a well-known roll-on deoderant 
Under cover spy for a  US president 
Devoid of all human sentiment 
On assignment he was hand picked 
And his code name was Eggs Benedict 

Perusing the pages of Paradise Lost 
he re-read the phrase "At no human cost" 
For his orders were, to him revealed 
between the lines of Milton concealed
and I suspect, though I really can't say
the reason for this strange communique
Was due to the results of a  wide-world survey 
Showing few are caught dead, reading 'poet-ray' 

Deep in thought on his plan of attack 
He heard a blonde from the table at his back 
Summon the waiter with fingers clicked 
to order a double Eggs Benedict 
Mysteriously, in dark glasses AND reading Milton 
She slipped him a note- her number at the Hilton 

He felt a strange rumble in his tummy 
He remembered how the cheese tasted funny 
The last thing on earth our hero has seen 
are the spinning walls of Lil's, Argentine theme 

The rest of his life flashed past his eyes 
Is this the way a hero dies? 
Super -spy and icon for a well known deoderant 
Killed -from effects of a straying rodent 
Missed his liason at the Hilton 
Some one mailed his copy of Milton
pages torn and stained with Stilton
(Yes! It was from the Bagdad Hilton!) 
To an address inside the cover 
T'was to: George W Bush or someone or other

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