The Binch (as in Bin Laden the Grinch)
<br>The Binch
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<br>Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
<br>But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
<br>The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
<br>Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
<br>It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
<br>Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
<br>But I think that the most likely reason of all
<br>May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
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<br>But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
<br>He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
<br>"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
<br>"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
<br>They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
<br>I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
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<br>Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
<br>Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
<br>They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
<br>And abide by their U and S values and rules,
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<br>And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
<br>Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
<br>Would stand all united, each U and each S,
<br>And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
<br>All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
<br>and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
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<br>"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
<br>And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
<br>The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
<br>And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
<br>"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
<br>"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
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<br>The Binch **** his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
<br>All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
<br>Instead he heard something that started quite low,
<br>And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
<br>And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
<br>And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
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<br>He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
<br>What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
<br>Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
<br>Was singing! Without any towers at all!
<br>He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
<br>For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
<br>Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
<br>And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
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<br>So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
<br>With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
<br>And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
<br>For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
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<br>For America means a bit more than tall towers,
<br>It means more than wealth or political powers,
<br>It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
<br>So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
<br><br><br>Rick White
<br>Catamaran Sailor Magazine
<br>email:
rick@catsailor.com
