On the day I was elected The Russians gathered round And they gazed at a wonder at the joy they found But the Ukrainian spoke up Said leave this one alone She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone Vlad to the bone Bad to the bone V-V-V-Vlad, V-V-V-Vlad Vlad to the bone I broke a thousand hearts Before I met you I break a thousand more honey Before I am through I want your country pretty baby Yours and yours alone I'm here to yell ya honey That I'm Vlad to the bone
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
Parody of George Thorogoood's Bad To The Bone. I saw protesters last weekend supporting Ukraine, and I stand with them.
Comments (6)
Good poem.
Kathy
It's a very sad situation Mac. Power play of greed.
We can only pray.
Great write.