St. Maarten Private Eye

Here's another joke:

O Sweet Saint Maarten’s Land

Where in the world say where?
You’ll find an island there
So lovely small with shops duty free
With people French and Dutch
Nevertheless they talk in English much
As thee Saint Maarten in the sea

Refr.
O sweet Saint Maarten’s land
Where corruption is at hand
With dealers on the sea
And where illegals flee
Where vote buying is tradition
And where family gets you a high position
O I love thy Paradise
Sarah’s ears (or toes) are oversize

How fine the Royal Palm trees wave
A new Festival Village was what he gave
Cruise ships’ damage we must accept
Holland will relieve us of our debts
Casinos, brothels, bars
Thy landscape still sports hillside scars

Thy beautiful hotels and resorts
Sometimes even seven cruise ships in the ports
No environmental legislation
Prevailing that is beautification
A Festival Village, a roundabout and a racing strip
911’s out of order, ‘back to the ship?’

I love Saint Maarten’s name
Claude (Zach) Wathey toasted to it’s fame
And the Destruction Party will reign
A Separate Status they wish to attain
Thy Salt Pond polluted, thy roads’ condition poor
May God the Lord show these commissioners the door