The Prince of Budgie Smugglers!

The Prince of Budgie Smugglers!

And as the Bard may have put it:

“Alas poor Australia, who knew not Abbott’s felashio!   😯   And while tis foisted upon us to suffer the slings and arrows of Gina and Rupert’s outrageous fortune, we should expect no less than the maudlin cries of the suffering masses, under the relentless onslaught from…

The Prince of Budgie Smugglers.

The Prince of Budgie Smugglers

Likes riding on his pushie

He says, he likes the country roads

Where people are all… “Bushie”,

And he likes to hear from country folk

About their needs and troubles!

Which he promptly then dismisses

When producing his thought bubbles

😉

He thinks that wearing “Budgies”

Makes him look all big and bold

Like our very own Vlad Putin

Except when the weather’s cold   😯

But it serves to prove conclusively

Of class, the man’s bereft

And though he’s politically rabid right

His “Budgie”, is leaning left!

🙄

The Prince of Budgie smugglers

Is a Liberal for all seasons

Until it’s time to change his mind

For ideological reasons!   😉

Then the athlete rears its ugly head

And he starts a floor routine

Of backflip after backflip

Like he’s on a trampoline!

😀

But it’s not only his backflips

That he’s taken to new heights

He can fit a dozen porkies

Into media sound bites

And he’ll never answer questions

And he’ll never tell the truth

And he doesn’t hear the experts

Even when they have the proof!

😛

The Prince of Budgie Smugglers

Thinks, an Iron man, he’ll be

And a runner and a leader

Of the rabid LNP

But the only iron on display

Is that inside his nut

That’s wrapped around his little brain

And keeps it rusted shut

😯

It might be the salt water

Cos we know he likes his swimmin’

Or it could be that it’s just seized up

Trying to prove that he “Gets” women

Either way the truth is plain to see

He isn’t fit to do the job

And he isn’t here to save us,

He’s a lying little knob

😛

The Prince of Budgie Smugglers

For an athlete… isn’t fast

Cos his ears create a wind break

So he’s always running last

Like a metaphor for his politics

He’s a leader for our time

Which is true if we are living

Around 1939

😯

So you may be the Prince of Budgies

And a smuggler through and through

A liar and a bloody cheat

And full of cattle poo

And you think you’re really clever

But your lies have now been spotted

So instead of getting knighted

Just get well and truly knotted

😛

And you think you are a PM

But you lack the poise and class

And the diplomatic know how

So you’re not a PM’s arse

And you think you are an athlete

But we think you are a tyke

So shove your party up your budgies

And piss off… on yer bike!

😀

 

Sometimes it feels like shooting fish in a barrel   😉

By TRUTH SEEKER