SIDE SALAD - Everything crunchy is good.

I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE
A POEM AS LOVELY AS TIKRIT

Reports yesterday said that while awaiting trial for war crimes and genocide, Saddam is enjoying a comfortable, if bland, life of gardening, muffin eating and poetry.

I can imagine him in his new confines, under Iraqi confinement, snacking on a cranberry muffin and writing a little Hussein Haiku:

Muffins, poetry.
Life for me is not so grand.
My beard is itchy.

Palaces are gone.
No more minons to serve me.
I'd love a Starbucks.

I like to garden.
Think I'll plant some nice poppies.
Must thank Osama.

Bush, the Great Satan,
Handed me to infidels.
Mmmm, tasty muffin.