If for ol' Dubya one thing can be said,
He never tried messing with Vladimir's head.
Too busy in Baghdad with saving his face,
For Mr. Obama he left Nato's race,
To Russia's border with snappy panache,
To get in Vlad's face and settle his hash.
But knuckling under has never sat well,
Either with Russians or KGB swell,
They prefer to invasions their peace nice and flat,
Black bread and vodka, in winter a hat.
Starbucks and 'burgers are fine in the main,
But Yankees for neighbors jerk hard on their chain.
They watch manoeuvres with brave Pole and Czech,