My solution for World Peace,
Hostilities Would surely Cease.
News would be a 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,
‘Til 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,
Keep the Chains and Add a Bar,
Forever in their Reservoir.
All in All this Plan will Work,
Some might Label me a Jerk.
Results the End for All to See,
“Porta Potty Diplomacy,”