Odour of Abbott
A wanna be priest called Abbott
Was found to be a little too rabid
His visions of glory were dimmed
By the churches care for those who had sinned
So he left in huff
Saying enough of this stuff
And into the world he spinned
But found the rules quite a bore
So business seemed like the thing
But in his very first weeks
By making a mess
Of a factory no less
In ignoring the workers he’d incited a strike
And the management told Abbott go take a hike
As journalism seemed so exciting
But the work was exacting
With no room for acting
And its lustre soon lost it shine
From there was the leap
To the political heap
Whose heights he started to climb
With bluster and blather
He worked up a lather
That propelled him ever up the incline
All that was needed
Was the dissent that he seeded
To give him that particular shine.
By hook or by crook
He did what it took
To master the political slope
And as he ascended
To garner support from all
He slipped and he slid
His true vision he hid
And he watched his opponents fall.
Now was the time
The star that was Abbott
Was ready to shine
He smiled and he winked
Investigated batts that were pink
And gave presents to all of his friends
Didn’t like the ABC
So as a gift just for him
He cut off its limbs
So the bother to Rupert was small.
For mining buddies Gina and Co
The carbon tax as promised did go and
In its place was a gift
Fuel subsidies to aid in their thrift
While Australians footed their bill
In another treat just for them
The RETS came to an end
To be the PM was a thrill.
For the ladies of Oz there was much that he gave
So when doing their ironing
For him they were pining
And the money he told them he saved.
But times were a changing
In the polls Labor was gaining
And poor Tony was all at sea.
He just couldn’t see why
They dissed is blue tie
Didn’t they know he was a wonderful bloke?
He called it dissention
Yelling there was no promise he broke
He stomped and he pouted
His critics he outed
Saying they’re just trying to smear
At the man we should all revere
He bellowed in vain
My calls are beyond reproach
But each day the ground shifted
And his leadership listed
While the nation looked on in disgust
Bullying all who came near
But the slope was already sliding
Children in harm
Huh – why should he give a darn?
A stitch-up was all he could sneer.
For Abbott’s next blunder
To see if it will finally end
There are those who have waited
With breath that was baited
To see Abbott completely undone
For me I don’t care
For I think they all share
The blame for the mess it’s become
All playing their games
While others suffer in our name
Is not something I’ll ever forgive
Has cost others their life
And nothing will ever undo
The words that were spoken
And the laws that were passed
That gave leave for the horrors
So cruel and so harsh.
It never ceases to amaze me how politicians make promises to get elected and then do what they want once elected. There should be some kind of a non-partisan oversight committee with teeth, that has the power to fine, punish or jail politicians who do this – after all it is Fraud, plain and simple – they should be charged the same as any business person who makes promises, takes money and then does not deliver.
great post Jenni – funny yet so sad.
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Brilliant, your poem I mean not that Abbott!
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Thanks – it was more of a ditty that got ambitious and next thing I knew it turned into an ode of sorts.
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Ditty/Ode = Odeitty/ Dittode either way I loved it.
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Dittode – Love it!!! 😀
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🙂
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Love the cartoon about the cess pool!
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Rather apt isn’t it.
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I saw you stopped by. I hope all is well! 🙂
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Yep – Life got a tad complicated but now is back to the just the normally messy. I’ll be back over to play catch-up as I’m saving your blog and a few others I enjoy for fun.
But I’m trying to work my way through my Blog Inbox and take some time to do a quick scan of the other blogs.
Pretty sure my good intentions will fizzle about 24 hours from now and I’ll just delete everything old and start reading the new posts.
See you E-soon.
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