Time for a sonnet:

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Barack began to make his Bargain Grand
By talks with all his Euro-Arab mates
If these fair folks would only understand
His long-held love for misanthropic states

The Jews, he knew their war-worn weakness well
And sensed that they would want to do a deal
So ‘prompted to Iran regrets so swell
In hope that they would change and come to heel

Instead the mullahs snickered ‘neath their beard
And knew that patience pays a pretty prize
Then said “No, thanks” as Hamas loudly sneered
And Hezbollah divined the Jews’ demise

At klatches in New York they’ll soon discuss
How one should hold a seder ‘neath a bus

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L3