The Throwing Of Shoes

Most horrific of insults came flying,
The nasty, stinky, sand encrusted shoes
That was stomped on Saddam's face crying,
On the statue in the square by many crews

A good ducker he was, our leader in Iraq
Not even one shoe came close to his nose
Poor old boy who threw shoes is on a rack
And will never know the end of his woes!

We taught them well how to pay back such
At Abu-Ghraib and other Slavic portals
And the old boy will never need a crutch
For he no longer is among us mortals!

Better than waterboarding bamboo & such
He threw the shoes and deserves no crutch