TEN LITTLE TERRORISTS

Some Poetry

"Ten Little Terrorists" (per "Ten Little Indians")
Ten little terrorists went out to dine; A round of .223 hit one, and then there were nine.
Nine little terrorists sat up very late; An F-15 strafed one, and then there were eight.
Eight little terrorists dreaming of Heaven; A laser-guided bomb sent one there, and then there were seven.
Seven little terrorists chopping up sticks; A Gatling gun chopped one in half, and then there were six.
Six little terrorists playing with a hive; A Zuni missile stung one, and then there were five.
Five little terrorists going in for law; A Marine bayoneted one, and then there were four.
Four little terrorists going out to sea; A Los Angeles-class torpedoed one, and then there were three.
Three little terrorists walking in Kabul; An Abrams tank crushed one, and then there were two.
Two little terrorists sitting in the sun; Napalm frizzled one, and then there was one.
One little terrorist left all alone; A cluster bomb buried him, and then there were none.