June 30, 2010

Sing a song of jihad;
A vest that goes ka-boom.
Let’s all go to Hell for Prophet of Doom.
How he thighed Aisha, his six year old girl bride
showed the Faithful what to do to follow him with pride.



June 26, 2010

Weird Cousin Ali wanders around;

uptown, downtown, pimping Mahound.

Tapping at the windows, asking only this:

“Is there anyone but me who will drink Prophet Piss?”


June 19, 2010

“My name is Ali,

I’m a kook.

I think the Koran’s a holy book.”

“My name is Ahmed,

I’m just dreck; a

five times a day bower-down to Mecca.”

“My name is Fatima,

I’m just three.

I’ve had a clitoridectomy.”

“My name’s Aisha,

I’m just nine.

My middle-aged husband says that’s fine.”

“I’m nine years old,

my name is Irfan.

I’m a mullah’s catamite in Afghan-istan.”

One nuke, two nukes

Three nukes, four.

Why not nuke Iran some more?

Five nukes, six nukes, seven nukes, eight.

No more Islam’d sure be great.

Nursery Rhyme

June 17, 2010

Hickory dickery dock

Mohammed found a clock.

He made a bomb

and blew up his mom

cause he was as dumb as a rock.


June 15, 2010

There was an old thug called Mohammad

who married a six year old gal kid.

It takes too much nerve

to call him a perv

so pretend his religion is valid.