My solution for World Peace,
hostilities Could surely Cease.
Being the News Cycle Hottie,
yes, Trot out a Porta Potty.
Collect them From around the Lands,
Construction Sites to Hard Rock Fans.
Then select the Ripest Few,
now I’ll tell You what we’ll Do.
Set Them out in Sunshine Rays,
leave them There for Many Days.
Bake until they Smell for Miles,
burns your Eyes – Don’t bring Smiles.
Get together Feuding Leaders,
with Cell Phones and Tiny Heaters.
Separate Potty’s – must go There,
wearing but Their Underwear.
Heavy Chains to Lock them In,
until Discussions they Begin.
Can’t Come out ‘til They Agree,
bare it All and shout “Whoopee!”
If they Can’t reach a Solution,
then There’s only one Conclusion,
Perhaps they Will no longer Spar,
staying in their Reservoir.
All in All this Plan will Work,
some might Label me a Jerk.
Results the End for All to See,
from “Potty Mouth Diplomacy,”