I'd not much travelled, though I'd oft been told
   Of many goodly states and kingdoms high;
   Round western allies I was sent to fly
Which 'aid' in fealty to old NATO hold.
Oft of one wide expanse of liquid gold,
   That 'big-tached' Saddam ruled as his own spread,
   I'd heard - yet never did I hear it said
We'd rule it, till Perle spoke out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of stocks' highs
   When first an Enron climbs into his ken,
Or like Macarthur when, with power crazed eyes,
   He 'cross the Yallu stared - and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise -
   Yet knew their President was still sane - then.

                    (Apologies to John Keats)