The Night Before Christmas-Afghan Style

["jacqueline" <jacquelinek@monmouth.com>]

                                As Osama, the louse
                               Was plotting with Omar;
                               His soon-to-be spouse.
                             The Taliban were nestled,
                                All snug in their caves
                            And they dreamt of young virgins
                            Who would soon be their slaves.
                               When out in the desert,
                              There arose such a clatter
                              They crept from their caves
                             To see what was the matter.
                                Not far in the distance
                             There came a strange sound.
                                  Lo and behold;
                          They saw a mushroom-shaped cloud.
                              Before Osama evaporated
                                He knew it was true:
                               His ass had been kicked
                             By the Red, White, and Blue