I wrote a short poem on problems with moving
A bed in my loft. That same day a friend
Had problems with Kosovo, seemingly proving
His demonic work was to hasten world’s end.

“When will the Serbs start to fight for their portion?
When will they stand and defend what is left?
When will the people be free from extortion?
from Westernist evil, perversion and theft?”

Thus wrote a protester. His diatribes show that
It’s hard work to be a KosOvan diplOmat.




[Groan. This is terrible! At least Nicholas is better at diplomacy than I am at poetry!]