Beno Udrih sat down at his writing desk, retrieved his finest ballpoint pen and a sturdy piece of stationery, and began to write.
“An Ode to Slovenia:
Slovenia is the country of my birth
Now I will describe its lack of worth
While there are truly good people there
To ever find them is quite rare
I played for their national team
All was fine, it would seem
Then they wanted to bench me
And I told them to suck my D
The NBA is more important, I said
But the diet of lies Slovenians were fed
Turned them against their hero
Now, to me, Slovenia is zero
I never want to go to Slovenia again
The USA is way better my friend
To me the national team is done
In the NBA I have way more fun”
Beno reviewed his poem, nodded once, then carefully laid it in the box underneath his desk labeled “Anti-Slovenia Screeds”.