It has been some weeks since the Libyan rebels announced they had surrounded Khaddafi and his loyalists, yet the war, if it can be described so, goes on. Have the rebels been sucked into a trap? Have Khaddafy’s loyalists, determining they could not operate in the open because of Nato air attack, pulled the old fall back in retreat, drawing the enemy into a trap where they will be impaled on the loyalist armor? It is too soon to tell, but the strategy is as old as warfare itself.
The Golden Horde
Under its lord
The great one Genghis Khan
Would turn and run
And then the fun
Began for Russ and Han
The crescent wings
With stout bow strings
Would circle round the foe
They’d close the gap
And then the trap
Would lay the foemen low
And so it is
That soda fizz
Escapes its prison home
And gives a shout
As bubbling out
Khaddafy henchmen roam
The city streets
Until one meets
The rebel Berber host
Who lightly armed
Are greatly harmed
Despite Obama’s boast
That he has won
And that the sun
On Austerlitz doth shine
And by his wiles
Khaddafy smiles
And says this land’s still mine
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