An Ode to Obama

Get off the phone,
Turn on the microphone,
You'll love the tone,
'Cause this guy don't drone.

Isn't he a gas?
Doesn't he have class?
The press gives him a pass,
When he kisses Muslim mass.

To the Mideast he comes to toil,
The settlements he fancies to foil,
Give up your land and soil,
Because Obama wants Arab oil.

B.O. speaks so well,
Anyone can tell,
Just don't mind the smell,
As he talks you into hell.