Gospodeen Putin Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a high and fallutin'
Nazi general who loved his disputin'
with the Fuehrer no less
but the game was not chess
and today we face gospodeen Putin!

Mark my words, he is smarter by far
than the wrinkled old Yank superstar.
Russia's honour restored
means the enemy gored
it's the thinking of Ivan the Czar.

KGB was his baby, he learned
how to make all the doubters concerned
into zombies at once
using tricks from the Huns,
you remember when Stalingrad burned?

There is nothing to save you at all,
lest you listen before you play ball.
As the sun comes to rise
in the east, your demise
will be shined on so bright when you fall.