Muslims

You do not like side-boob or ankles.
Laughter makes you brand-new rankles.
You do not like green eggs and ham
or unwed sex 'tween Pam and Sam.

You do not like the Jews or Swedes
Or cultivated potent weeds.
You do not like fun, sex, or knowledge
Or anything that's done in College.

Well I don't like your Ramadan
And I enjoy all kinds of ham
and sex
and drugs
and rock n' roll

And that is why my side will win
Through ugly, parched, and thin
When I get sad or down or blue
I think of all the things my kids will do
To yours
And theirs
And theirs
And theirs