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.
your friend Al Kitab
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.
your friend Al Kitab
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