Twas The Week Before Chanukah....A Visit From Condi Rice

'Twas the week before Chanukah and all through the house
Not a Creature Was Stirring ‘cept Condi, the louse
The meetings in Annapolis were planned with much care,
In hopes that just Muslims, NO JEWS would appear.

The children in Sedrot were all snug in their bed,
While visions of Kassams all filled them with dread;
And Livni in her 'kerchief, and Abbas with guns,
And Olmert with Comb-over, Barak with the runs,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
A Saudi sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away from the Jew-door he flew like a bird,
And shutters and threw up the sash.
The Jews wanted a handshake, A JEW, HOW ABSURD

‘Twas a big black stretch-limo a scissor and Map
To beat on Israelis, till they all felt like crap
With a little old driver, so angry and mean,
It Must be Jim Baker the Arab Machine.

More rapid than eagles his Bakers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Hamas! now, Fatah! now, Saudi and his Vixen!
On, Syria! On Hezbollah! I’m better than Nixon!

To the top of the porch! And down the long hall!
Now dash out Judea! Samaria! and all!"
As vultures that before the wind fly,
When they smell a dead body, mount to the sky,
So into Annapolis-the Arabs they flew,
They wanted all Israel and Jerusalem too

And then, in a twinkling, I heard down the hall,
The Whispering of Condi and Jim Baker the Small
With my head in my hand, he was turning around,
Through the No Jews Allowed entrance he came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Aboud, from his head to his foot,
He wanted Israel tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weapons he had in his car,

To give to the terrorists hiding in Egypt and Qatar.
His eyes -- how they were evil, his frown was so mean!
His cheeks were so pallid, his nose was so green

His thin little lips were drawn up with a snarl,
And Condi beside him dressed like a Moll
The teeth in her mouth were gritted with disdain,
No Empathy for victims its time to cause Jew PAIN;

She called Abbas a hero and patted his head,
But he killed little babies we told her instead.
His friends from Hamas were launching the mortars
And his own Fatah group were shooting the borders.

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I should be filled up with dread
She spoke lots of words, and went straight to her work,
Creating danger for Jews, that woman’s a jerk,

And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And hiding the tear she had in her hose,

She sprang to her mike, her team gave a hoot,
And before they all left gave the Palis some loot
But I heard her exclaim, ere she spoke to the news,
"I hope they all die, after all they’re Just Jews."