Christmas in Gaza

To the tune of...oh, you'll figure it out:

Christmas in Gaza

Grandma detonated in a rage, dear
Her whole family’s thrilled and not bereaved
‘Cause she tried to take Israelis with her
Now your darling sweet ol’ granny’s a shaheed.

Some grandmas knit and watch soap operas;
Some read or bake sweet custard tarts,
Not our Grandma here in Gaza
No, a genocidal death-cult ruled her heart.

She’d imbibed too much Jew-hatred
So she filmed a “living will”
Stuffed her corset full of Semtex
And went searching for some Hebrew folk to kill.

Grandma detonated in a rage, dear
The AP is quite thrilled and not bereaved
‘Cause she tried to take Israelis with her
Now your darling sweet ol’ granny’s a shaheed.

She’d lived her life promoting jihad
Raised her kids to serve Hamas;
Last thing to pass through her mind was…
Well, I’m guessing that it prob’ly was her ass.

So remember your dear Grandma
And her suicidal ways
She blew herself straight up to heaven
But what she’ll do with all them virgins, I can’t say.

Oh, my bubbie detonated in a rage, dear
Haniyeh is quite thrilled and not bereaved
‘Cause she tried to take Israelis with her
Now your darling sweet ol’ granny’s a shaheed.

(C) 2006 by See-Dubya. If you like that, there's another parody of mine here.