Said the Abbott to the Bishop. Take 3.

Said the Abbott to the Bishop. Take 3.

With the anger and frustration of the MSM ignoring the real issues for the sake of producing what according to Clive Palmer are, at the best, suspect polls.

And the declarations by MSM commentators, that the election is now a foregone conclusion, and simply a rubber stamp for the totally unscrutinised LNP, I thought it was time once more, for a bit of light relief.

So with that in mind I have written another in my series of “Said the Abbott” poems   😀   .

So without further adjure:

Said the Abbott to the Bishop. Take 3

 

Said the Abbott to the Bishop

We must keep our heads down low

We’ve lied and obfuscated

Now there’s just one week to go

We’ve held back on our costing’s

Cos we think that’s really smart

And I wont appear on Q and A

To avoid the odd brain fart

😉

I got through the debating

With a minimum of hits

Though the fact that Rudd won’t shut up

Is really giving me the shits

He keeps demanding costing’s

And he just won’t let it go

Cos he knows we can’t release them

Cos our big black hole will show

😯

And you really did outdo yourself

At the launch of our campaign

And I thought you showed great sex appeal

Though some, thought you… insane

Strutting all your K Rudd stuff

Like a sexy comedy loner

As you told your jokes and patted you arse

You gave me quite a boner

😀

Said the Abbott to Snot Morrisscum

We must look clean and squeaky

Even though, just like the boats we’ll buy

Our policy is leaky

So keep talking about the numbers and

Encouraging boats to come

But be careful to disguise the truth

Or it’ll bite us on the bum

😉

Said the Abbott to the Turuball

About a win, I’m felling pumped

But if you don’t get with the program

Like many promises you’ll get dumped

If you keep on dropping bits of truth

Throughout our litany of lies

I’ll have to take you out the back

And give you two black eyes

😯

So just support our fraudband

And keep your own thoughts to yourself

Or your political career will end up

Languishing upon the shelf

And we must maintain the focus

On our infrastructure plan

For our 20^th century roadways

Cos I’m a 20^th century man.

🙄

Said the Abbott to Clive Palmer

Leaving us, you think was funny

But you really should have stuck with us

Cos we really love your money

And revealing your time bribing pollster

For us, could cause some panic

And could sink our chances at the polls

Just like the old Titanic

😯

So please mate, come back to the fold

And we’ll promise to play nicely

And for your support, your policies

We’ll implement precisely

But if you won’t re-join the fold

Stop speaking out of school

Or the people might just realise

That I ‘m just Murdoch’s tool

😉

Said Clive Palmer to the Abbott

I cannot support your lies

So with your nasty LNP

I’ve severed all my ties

Your morals and your scruples

Are in truth completely missing

And your win, you’ll nail to Murdoch’s mast

Who’s arse you’ll still be kissing

😯

Said the Abbott to the Sloppy Joe

Your numbers are all dodgy

But they match up with our policies

Which are also fairly bodgie

So we really must maintain the rage

With righteous indignation

Cos to tell the truth will kill the dream

To gain my rightful station.

🙄

So dodge and weave, and cut and run

And keep the truth from view

Cos uncle Rupert’s got our backs

And he’ll lie to get us through

He’ll rig the polls and print the spin

And make us look like winners

While his banners scream out loud and clear

To the people… “Come in… spinners!”

😯