Not a creature was stirring, except Iran’s foreign legion....
In hopes that Qassem Suleimani soon would be there;
The weapons were nestled all snug in their places,
While visions of war with Israel put smiles on their faces;
The United Nations takes a long winter's nap.
Across the region Iran spreads more confusion,
But it is usually not news unless it’s Russian collusion.
He says Turkey’s strongman can handle it all.
“America first”, he says. Then Mattis resigns,
Because all Trump did was help Soleimani’s designs.
While Iran’s land bridge continues to grow.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Qassem Suleimani from the Republic of Fear.
I knew in a moment it must be that prick.
To fight for the Ayatollah one by one they all came,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Those Mahan air routes are so damn suspicious!
To the top of the Golan! To the top of the wall!
Now bombs away! Bombs away! Bombs away all!"
Everywhere he went, Iran would gain ground.
He was dressed all in olive, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
He’s a peddler of death, and remorse he does lack.
His eyes -- how they twinkle! his smile how sly!
He takes selfies with fighters, and he knows they will die.
His closely cropped beard is as white as the snow;
Yet Rouhani and Zarif provide him with cover,
The moderates, they say, are better than that mother;
But three years later the Mossad revealed their plans, both deadly and real.
But few people care because it’s all out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
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