Open Letter to RM (11)

Dear Bobby Mugabe, 

     You’re out of a job.
You headed Zimbabwe,
got sack’d by the mob.
     You’re dodd’ry. Still, spare me
your stories de sob.
Your swagger’s grown wobbly;
your wife is a snob.
     Best take up a hobby.
Relax. Play the slob.
They’ll not harm you (prob’ly);
you off they’ll just fob.
     (Hey, perhaps Abu Dhabi
will harbor you, Rob).
Although mind, lest they lop off
your thingamabob.
     Yours sincerely and fondly,
your friend Al Kitab