The deranged thing needed greasing
To settle forty years and more
Of ruthless, brutal dictatorship—
Time had come to settle the score.

Unlike Saddam, he had no double,
So from Tripoli he’d run far.
Might now be good times; gone, maybe, bad times:
The snake is done in, thug Mu’mmar.

His terrible style of fashion
Involved a certain manic flair.
For terrorism he’d a passion. . .
Brought down a Pan Am from the air.

The dog was clever—conned the nations
That gave him passes, although R.
Reagan, B. Clinton sent out the bomb crews
To drop some but missed scum Mu’mmar.

We’ve seen, we know now that he is deceased,
Thanks to NATO and rebel troops,
Because the dead photos have been released. . .
Might be one of the better coups.

But what will ensue now that severed
Is the head? So will now start
Nation that ain’t to tyrants tethered
Post-gunning ugly thug Mu’mmar?