Saddam Hussein read a poem on the Internet,
which shook his soul so much
that he came clean about his WMD.
Sent the poem to G.W.Bush
who pulled back his troops
spoke the language of peace
and became a good Christian.

Sharon and Arafat read it too,
the old men met shook hands,
created a Palestinian state
and retired to a park in Jerusalem
were they drink aromatic tea and play chess.

Bin Laden, who had been hiding in Geneva
translating English poems into Arabic,
read the poem too,
disbanded his gang
and to atone for his sins
went to work amongst the poor in Calcutta.

Every evening those men look up
and know the poet was right:
that the moon is but a pat of low fat butter
and that stars are but sugar free sweets that won’t make you fat.