The Secret Weapon
Well, I finally got a great Idea
I know how we can win this war
And if they do exactly what I tell them to
We won't be bothered anymore
You see, all they would have to do
Is drop my mother-in-law from a plane
She wouldn't even need a parachute
And she'd drive those people insane
Now I know we don't believe in torture
And we got that Geneva Convention
But we'd just have to let them people know
That torture was not our intention
But I've heard, "All is fair in Love and War"
And they will just have to understand
Osama Bin Laden thinks he's a tough guy
But my mother-in-law is more of a man
She even has a bigger beard than him
And I think she even knows kung fu
Wait!, maybe it's hemorrhoids she has
So that last part's probably not true
Anyway, she's a lean, mean fighting machine
Okay, she's not lean, that woman weighs a ton
She kinda reminds you of a Tyrannosaurus Rex
So Osama better be able to run
Now that woman even has a little flatulence
You know, (....whispers....) "Gas"
So she can even bring chemical warfare
And they better be wearing a mask
Now, I'm just saying, she a secret weapon
You know, kinda like the atom bomb
All we gotta do is send her over there
And Osama will be crying for his mom
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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