A fine romance, indeed:
A fine romance, with explosives.
A fine romance, so, yo, what gives?
Some say the jihad is rife
With mistakes and follies
But we're as hot as tomorrow's hot tamales.
A fine romance,
We're committed.
A fine romance,
It's half-witted.
We might as well admit
That the whole thing's daft.
Jihad doesn't stand a chance.
This is a fine romance.
Update: Further BCF drollery (about a jihadi mama speaking to the decapitated head of her dead sonny boy).
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