Weak of knee and limp of spine,
America, in sad decline,
Scared it might provoke a pushback,
Doesn’t dare to move its tush back
And make its seat recline.
.
Scrunched and curled up like a comma
Or a drawing in the Kama
Sutra, buckled in and nestled
In its seat, completely pretzeled,
All thanks to Barack Obama
.
He wants America to squeeze
In Belgium’s seat, and bend its knees
Up to its chest, and never ever
Touch the seat-recliner lever
Without saying please.
.
But Putin is a different sort
Nasty, brutish, also short.
Unafraid of causing pain
To the kneecaps of Ukraine.
Protecting with malignity
His national supinity
Try taking him to court!
.
Ran the country, we’d be able
To drop down our seat-back table
And lean way back and crush the pants
Of China, Germany and France.