Our plans were made, and so well laid, To stop them getting weapon-grade Uranium. I said that we Might well be facing World War Three. So we’d do sanctions in a rush, And then we’d bomb them into mush. But now our operatives insist Those plans for nukes do not exist. Oh, woe is me. Alas, alack. I’ve no more countries to attack.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”