Not a creature was stirring, except Iran’s foreign legion;
The rockets were placed throughout Syria with care,
In hopes that Qassem Suleimani soon would be there;
While visions of war with Israel put smiles on their faces;
As Assad’s barrel bombs go boom with a terrible clap,
The world community takes a long winter's nap,
Yet nobody bothers to see what’s the matter.
From one fight to another Iran’s proxies would clash,
Yet nobody responds unless it is da’esh.
The refugees shiver amidst new-fallen snow
Yet Iran’s land bridge continued to grow.
But Qassem Suleimani from the Republic of Fear.
With his IRGC guards, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that prick.
To fight for Khamenei one by one they all came,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Those Iran Air and 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!"
Wherever he went, Iran would gain ground.
He was dressed all in camo, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered with ashes and soot;
Deadly weapons he brings in his sack,
He’s a peddler of death, remorse he does lack.
He takes selfies with fighters, and he knows they will die
The Suleimani death toll continues to grow,
Just like his beard is as white as the snow;
The entire Middle East has something terrible to dread;
Progress likely continues on material that’s fissile,
All to be miniaturized on the head of a missile.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!