Based on a nursery rhyme Grunt submitted over at Earl’s place for his Brother Goose Collection.
Every time they sacked a church,
Or buried kids alive,
He’d call their critics racists,
And his workday’d end at five.
“They’re not a threat,” he countered,
As he phoned it in from France.
“They’re strictly JV basketball,
And you’re a poopie-pants.”
Reporters got no time with him;
They had to track him down.
Playing golf with Tiger,
In shoes lifted from a clown.
When Christian deaths were piling up,
too many to ignore.
He celebrated Ramadan
with prayer rugs on the floor.