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.

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