Twas the day after gassing, when throughout the White House

No one’s courage was showing, not as big as a mouse; The Nobel was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a second soon would be there;

The Syrians were nestled all snug in their graves, While the President dithered and ranted and raved. And Kerry in a lather, Hagel a bind, Both wondered if it were time to resign.

When from the West Wing there arose such a clatter, That the President’s aides all had to scatter. Away to the UN they flew like a flash, Away to the Congress, permission to ask.

“A very red line has now been severed, The Tomahawks now must be delivered! Or maybe a letter, quite strongly worded! The decision has me quite disconcerted. Perhaps the line was just pinkish instead. Perhaps all the outrage is just in my head?”

More rapid than eagles his soldiers they came, And told him that helping al Qaeda was lame.

"Now! Hollande, now! Merkel, now! Cameron of Britain, "On! Aussies, on! Kiwis, and help us to get him! "To…