Archive for September, 2007
Another Labor pollie finds the competition such
That falling gamely on his sword is really not too much.
He earned the nickname ‘Bomber’ whilst standing by Hawke’s side
Now history will tell his tale; twice bridesmaid, never bride.
From Fremantle to Canberra, obscurity to fame,
Farewell a local boy made good, Kim Beazley is the name.
Sayonara, Shinzo Abe,
Less than one year number one.
Now your rivals (and Osama)
See the rabbit, see it run.
One last word before you leave us,
One last glass of Asahi,
One last sushi, one last lotus.
Domo arigato. Kampai !
Farewell to Premier Peter Beattie
Nine years he led the sunshine state
Now he’s gone, and just like Bracksy
We don’t know why, we’ll have to wait.
Through floods and parching droughts
Whenever things were grim, sure
You’d see him laugh on Channel 9
Romancing Tracey Grimshaw
At fifty-four he’s bowing out,
His thongs replacing polished shoes.
As he hands the con to Anna Bligh,
Lets hope […]
