Ursula, my love, with your eyes so blue,
Like the EU flag, steadfast and true,
But your heart’s with Ukraine, it’s a bureaucratic mess,
Like a form in triplicate, causing distress.  

Zelensky, that joker, with his witty quip,
Won’t grace the White House, gives us the slip,
And you, my dear Ursula, laugh at his wit,
While we sit here stewing, throwing a fit.  

So, Ursula, my queen, with your regal air,
You’re playing a game, but beware the snare,
Your love for Zelensky, it’s a doomed affair,
And we might just declare war, so beware.