Sarah Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She rises, stitching up her hair
and gets her favourite rifle,
aimed high, into Alaska air
and trembling just a trifle.
There's Putin, flying off to work,
just wait, my 'ministration
will charge that botoxed Russki jerk,
we are a sovereign nation.
Fly over will demand a fee
unless we have him over,
this waterway, it seems to me
is very much like Dover!
But do they shoot the Caribou
in stuffy, old La France
I'm told we send them to their zoo
each time we get a chance.
That place must be near the UK,
and probably near Greece
it's where the commies live and play
they never will have peace.
All oil and other energy
comes straight from my own state,
each shrub and flower, every tree
is marked for harvest date.
We're drilling oil and getting gas
while keeping a sharp eye
on my own Reverend's hourglass
and on the Wall Street Pie.
My hubby, bless his thirty eight
is ready for a posting,
right now he sits each night 'till late
I hear him, cheering toasting.
No, not for John, there is no need
it's for OUR sudden rising,
Obama, he would make folks bleed
to me it's not surprising
that commies, terrorists and such
will flock to him, his kind,
these crazies are so out of touch
they're deaf and dumb and blind!
You say that man, the terrorist
is a professor, really
so sorry, he is on my list
as I must tell you freely
that school is run by Muslims though
he's one of them you bet,
they know two words, it's up and blow
they spread it on the net.
And, mark my word, they have a plan
they want to conquer all
they'll kill the people, every man
and watch our nation fall.
Now John and I, we have the goods
please vote for us and send
your money not to foreign hoods
as that would be the end,
George Bush must go, he is too old
and John said wait a minute,
so, here I am, good looks and bold
and soon I will be in it.

Epilogue:

I thought of something, let me add
it is a real plus,
Obama, he is REAL BAD,
but John is one of us!