Steve at HappyFunPundit caught the rhyming bug too:
Twas the third day of April, and all through the East
Not a creature was stirring, except a rough beast
The sensors and landmines concealed in the sod
Were set to help terrorists meet with their God.
Al Qaeda was nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of martyrdom danced in their heads.
And I, having lived through their unfriendly fire,
Settled down for a nap in this brutal quagmire.