Ready...Aim...Fire!

In light of tension twixt

brinkmanship rumbling one
East Asian Tiger

country otherwise known as
"the land of morning calm,"

yours truly t'will invite
"freedom foo fighters"

tubby regaling with a jubilant aire

total mortal Kombat

levels threat of human warhead

bomb dubbed "Fat Boy.”

I barely get ma palm pilot sized

dear derriere i.e.
gluteus maximus in the air

just a cat whisker

across the DeMilitarized Zone

(DMZ in military parlance),

when the Earth shuddered from blare

ring fusillade expressed detonation

issued by Kim Jong Un,

whose craven dark excitement clear;
no match for one man

bow welled bombardier

propelled rectal bowel

movement game changer

will hit designated target precisely clear

and North Koreans (no matter

mostly innocent victims),

howling and whelping doggone dear

for quasi legerdemain

identifying, fraternizing, colluding,

et cetera with the enemy (in general,

the NATO bound countries) 'ere

really quiet, as preparation (H) gets made

to bring out the big guns

(actually shaped like a fleshy

posterior man knuckled bum) in truth one

dead reckoning sphincter muscle
that doth flex with fantastic flair

impossible mission to espy, cuz sieve

all the flak whistling

induce sing a glare,

but...the Hermit Kingdom got another
bad a$$ bombardier to fear

deathly, stealthily quiet,

hence released turd Jed

motive predicated to lob

early Holiday nuclear missiles,

me cheeks with

blasting buttocks akin to

young Frankenstein blazing saddles
as sole portal oozing gaseous
noxious flatulence - majority

of North Koreans will not hear
amidst din and clangor "bad medicine"
smiting nemesis courtesy blaze of glory

eye ordnance impossible to hear,

I strongly advise tubby not near

as you might already correctly guess,
when while mooning Pyongyang

well taut smart cheeks,
blindsided immune to any prayer

so...upon confiding this tidbit,

yet will need to seek out specialty

of proctologist who doth rear

lee suck seed unfortunate victim,

yet this silent deadly ass sass sin hated
hard as a ribbed rock stainless steel

guaranteed to wreak havoc, with loathing
what information divulged

ye moost promise never to share

else...any (red) turn coats

can not muster posterior haste,
and other emotions hints sin sere

which top secret (never bottomed out

during test practice trials,

whereat Johnny spot on)

proved to vaporize underwear

and caused a "big stink"

that lasted about one year,
whose po' country mutilated,
reduced, wasted to ashes after
every nuclear and

traditional military contrivance,

an IC and BM (mine) did destroy.