Uncle Bob (with apologies to Dr. Seuss)
I’m Robert the Stalwart!
Oh, marvelous me!
For I was the ruler of all that I see!
Gucci Grace by my side
T’was one hell of a ride
But now I’m stuck in the Blue Roof
With no place to hide
But I have secrets in my head
And feet in my shoes
A billion or so
Stashed under my bed
A property here, a property there
It’s just so hard to choose
When you are on your own
And you know what you know
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide when to go
That’s me Bob Mugabe
The Prez of Zimbabwe
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
That things can happen
And frequently do
But who would have thought
It would end in a coup?
All Alone!
Whether I like it or not,
Alone will be something
I’ll be quite a lot.
And when I’m alone, there's a very good chance
I'll meet things that scare me right out of my pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
That know things and want things
That list just goes on
So, what will it be for Team Mugabe?
Singapore, South Africa or Abu Dhabi?
Don’t think of a jail cell
Or just recompense
I will launch such a show-and-tell
Let the Generals see sense
Scrambled Eggs on their shoulders
And more in their heads
I'm still Prez Mugabe, lest you forget
From there to here, and here to there
Scary things are everywhere
But will I succeed? Yes! indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)