Citing terror and email flimflams,
Closing the door on the world with a slam.
“Don’t want the root servers,
With neutral observers”,
Spoke thusly good old Uncle Spam.

(Four more after the fold)
The Presidente Vicente Paradox,
Has decidedly turned back the clocks.
Says he won’t revamp,
The offending stamp,
As the racism schism deadlocks

Another explosion resounds,
Killing twenty whose pieces were found.
Shouldn’t someone be sacked,
For turning Iraq
Into terrorist burial grounds?

A laser guided munition,
Sends the Taliban off to perdition.
This swift retribution,
Presents a solution,
Unless prisoners are killed by the mission…

With the retirement of Justice O’Connor,
And Rehnquist could soon be a goner,
The parties are set,
For a mean tete-a-tete,
That could rival the travails of the Donners.