We cry for the cat who is Russian
o'er glaciers of ice he was mushin'
they put him abed
his doctors then said
we'll treat him all right with Blue Prussian.
But soon there's a turn for the worse
old Putin was ordering a hearse
with secrets kept dark
on landscape so stark
we see Vladie clutching his purse.
(There's not much to say on this one, cats'n'kitties--I'm very sad for Alexander Litvinenko and for his family--all my sincere condolences go out to them--jc)
tags: Litvinenko Putin Political Limericks