who promised he would wage a blitz
against corruption and anything resembling sleaze
and on any wrong doers put the squeeze.
He blustered onto the World Bank podium
dismissive of the audience’s odium.
Though his appointment was greeted with widespread gloom
he swore he would sweep with a strong new broom.
He brought in his henchmen while the brightest fled
and poured vituperation upon his head.
He could not have guessed in his wildest dreams
that his fabric would soon come apart at the seams.
While all knew he prompted his master’s Iraq misadventure,
his CV made no mention of his experience as a wencher.
Odd as it may seem, many a woman her reputation was ready to risk
for the honour of becoming his odalisque.
No crime in that, many would exclaim,
in having a girl friend there is no blame.
They would be right, of course, that is his own choice,
and some might even at his good luck rejoice.
But his brain seems to have slipped right out of his head
and become lodged in some other part instead.
To show Shaha Riza he could cut a dash
he decided to do it with World Bank cash.
That kind of conduct cannot be allowed
especially by one who shouted loud
when proclaiming ethics to be the new buzz word
and that proper behaviour must be observed.
While his Master stamps his foot and says he must remain
and insists the floods of criticism he should distain,
the rest of us marvel at how a neo-con hawk became a cooing dove
when clasped to the bosom of his lady love.