The End Of North Korea's Plans

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