Julie Bishop seems born to be
A latter day Mata Hari.
She’s in the wrong vocation
In that Canberra location.
Just look at those eyes.
Someone should advise
Her to don the burqa,
Become an undercover worker.
If she were in Israel
She would not fail
To get a job
With the Mossad mob.
They are in need of spies
Willing to wear disguise,
Provided they have brought
With them an Oz passport.
Then she could go to Pakistan
Where they suspect this man,
The dread unspeakable Osama,
Posing as a quasi Dalai Lama,
Is plotting Judaism’s demise
With every evil plan he can devise,
While hiding out in caves
With followers and slaves.
Although undoubtedly Caucasian
Julie’s Aussie tan looks somewhat Asian.
Easy for her to infiltrate
That camp and captivate
With piercing glances and heartfelt sighs
And that talent of hers to mesmerize.
No need for lewd or crude undress
For the plot to end in ultimate success.
If success is measured
By what is treasured
And what is learned
By all concerned
Could be that Julie Bishop’s legendary eyes
Will achieve for her that glittering prize
Of happiness, after leaving all our Western lies
To live behind the veil where eyes are valued more than thighs.