A fellow, sick with diarrhoea br was ruler over North Korea. br One hand was wiping his pale ass br the other held the phone, his brass br was in the War Room making plans br to send a missile straight to France. br br The French who had supplied the booze br Cointreau and Cognac from Toulouse, br had never trusted weirdo ' ill' br because the name did rhyme with 'kill'. br br A week before the missile travelled br toward the States, his brain unravelled br and 'ill' was looking at the globe br while dressed in silver-plated robe. br br He figured that the Yanks' rebuke br would mean a heavy duty nuke br could dropp upon his liquor cellar, br all courtesy of Rockefeller. br br So, in a sudden flash of brains br he'd figured to avoid those pains br and pick a target unprepared br to send a missile, undeclared. br br Monsieur Chirac though, was a fox, br that morning, only dressed in sox br he'd caught the message from Mossad br which read....well, classified and odd, br br it was enough to act at once br he grabbed his boxer shorts and guns br and ordered all the vineyard fellers br down on the farms and shipping cellars br br to add to wine and cognac too br e-coli bugs straight from the loo. br That's why the weirdo in Korea br displayed explosive diarrhoea. br br And in the end, through dehydration br he died and left a grateful nation br to have a liberated fête br and with the Yanks a tête-à-tête.