When I wrote this poem, I knew I would be entering new shaky grounds. And I'm not talking about Baghdad, with bunker busters landing everywhere. What I'm trying to say is, I tried to make the facts in this poem  be accurate , much like a scud missile. What I'm trying to really say is, I hope no one takes any offense to it, much like the Iraqi military that showed little offense and surrendered. No, no. Ugh, ok. What I'm really trying to say is, I hope this poem don't get me killed, like it did most of the Iraqi leadership.

"Middle Eastern Girls" by Alexander The Poet 

Girls that wear a hood,
They don't give me wood

I can't see their face,
They all carry mace

Some are so hairy,
Like men, it's scary

After they get beat,
They are missing teeth

If they start to run,
It's from guys with guns

All they see is sand,
In this 3rd world land

When they walk alone,
They get hit with stone

They always travel,
On a, good camel

They all like to wed,
Guys named, Mohammed

THE END