Between Kim Jong Un and Dippy Don
You have to wonder where diplomacy ‘s gone?
Now it’s not about whose twitchy finger is on the trigger
It’s about whose dangling digit is perceived as bigger.
Boys, boys, one look in the mirror does suggest
On a little reflection, you’re little boys -at best,
So, Slim Kim and Dinky Don, is there just a minuscule chance
You two can keep your hands pocketed in your Big Boys pants?
Don stalked up and talked down to the United Nations,
It sounded less a calming talk than a call to action stations,
Looking aghast as the pearls of wisdom fell from his mouth
Delegates weighed up the odds of both Koreas going South.
Members of every race, creed and religion rolled their eyes
As their prayers and entreaties to ANY Divine intervention dies,
Those hopes for North and South to peaceably co-exist one fine day?
Well, Rocketman’s response to Dons bombast blows that theory away.
There’s a ramping-up of tensions between the two Koreas,
Finger pointing- and worse- across their mutual frontiers,
These are testing times as the North fuels and fans our fears
As up into the atmosphere another missile disappears.
Kim, who has clearly needed good guidance for years,
May find his baying braying bravado could yet end in tears,
Despite the Koregraphed clapping and well-practiced cheers
Korea could be awfully quiet once the smoke and fallout clears.