Linked With Four Arab Terrorist

He does not treasure his link With four Arab Terrorists: Men who’d pretended they could think But for their savage strikes, Humorists… He shall his thoughts bare and not blink “His haters now whisky glasses clink And in The Blue Sky also pick out Pink”. This is no picture of A Challenged Scenarist, Rather A Good Nose’s for the smell of An Animist Off and on, his rivals at one another wink For The Armada about to profitably sink. The four accursed terrorists He’d taken for amiable tourists, Until up the ugly heads of shotguns reared And in the shooting the bullets veered, Plus involvement of a wasting grenade That looked like it had been Russia-Made… And in his hotel the four didn’t shrink, When the strongest beverage was the drink… Mr. Mole guessed he must do something, meanwhile And not away image-saving time while.