“One look is worth a thousand words.”
We know that’s what the ad men say.
These two clearly are not lovebirds.
What does this image then portray?
Calm, contained, Mona Lisa-esque,
Gillard’s glance is enigmatic
As Abbott scribbles at the desk.
Busy, yes, and somewhat frantic.
What is he trying to resolve
As he’s captured in this picture?
Is he hoping the House dissolves
Before she cries out her – “Gotcha!”
14/08/10 Patricia, that was worthy of two mouse pads! Miglo.
Yet another tale of woe
From this Liberal Dumbo.
One has to ask how low
Is Joe prepared to go?
Look, his budget address
Really failed to impress
As he tried to suppress
Poor economic prowess.
Even dour Andrew Robb,
An old hand with their mob,
Although hiding a sob
Couldn’t help with his job.
Mines agreed to pay tax
To a reasonable max.
Said Joe, patting their backs,
“We don’t need it. Relax!”
Now he’s out there today
Again waffling away
With his old debt cliches
Plus – something new to say!
Yes! Treasury has lost
His estimates of cost!
Well, leaked them, or at worst
Shown them to Swannie first.
How much longer to go
Before sloppy old Joe
Gets his final K.O.
Leaving us with a warm inner glow?
Miglo 13/08/2010 Gold.
Mark Latham, once leader and straight talker,
Now employed by Nine as pollie stalker,
Gives competitors at Channel Seven
A story seized as manna from heaven.
Real news about a policy announced
Is sidelined as they show how Latham pounced
On our would-be PM, Tony Abbott,
Role Latham would himself inhabit.
They’ve also watched him after Gillard traipse.
Is there no other news than his sour grapes?
Tony Abbott’s priorities
Show him a man of excellence.
He promises austerities,
An office of due diligence
So Treasury authorities
Display no more incompetence.
He’s making no apologies
For asking hypervigilance.
In laying out new boundaries.
These levels of intelligence
Required of Oz bureaucracies
Do not incur yet more expense.
No internet technologies,
Nor use of video conference.
Such words he says are blasphemies.
Simple tax receipts with statements
Of expenditure from Aussies
Are all we need for governance.
COMMENTS:
jane, 12/08/10, Patricia, poet laureate of Cafe Whispers.
Miglo, 12/08/10, Good one Patricia. You continue to amaze me.
Dr. Harvey M Tarvydas, 13/08/10, @PatriciaWA – you little poet you – this is bloody OK
Who is Tony? what is he,
That the media commend him?
Bumptious, brash and crass is he;
We’d love to hell all send him,
That there he would not heard be.
Is he generous? Does he care?
And does he speak with kindness?
Was it really kind or fair,
To hint of Julia childless,
What dark motive had he there?
But to Tony we could sing,
Go where surf is swelling!
You excel at that one thing –
Where breaking waves need quelling.
Stay there and to us peace bring.
Comments should be read with previous on Julia.
Min 10/08/2010 Very inspirational Patricia
Nasking 10/08/2010 Well said Patricia. Nice to have some tasty & insightful verse in the mix.
Who is Julia? what is she,
That all around commend her?
Funny, fair, and wise is she;
What luck that fate here sent her,
So one day she’d PM be.
She’s as kind as she is fair.
Her humor shows her kindness.
Look into her eyes and there,
You’ll see warmth and aliveness,
In public life often rare.
Of her virtues let us sing.
For Julia is excelling
She beats each and everything
On which dull Abbott’s dwelling:
So to her let’s victory bring!
Tony Abbott says, “At my school
You weren’t allowed to play the fool.
Pass mark was one hundred per cent.
Less than that and away you went
Back home to do more revision,
Waiting there for that decision
Allowing you back in again.”
We get it Tony, don’t explain.
Perhaps that’s now the reason why
His standards are so very high.
In my own school, for girls, it’s true,
You passed exams so long as you
Made sure of fifty-one percent.
But you can see what Tony meant.
Success rate ninety seven per cent
On the BER report card
Means Fail for Julia Gillard!
I thought you understood
Our marriage was no good.
Much better if you would
Just go and I won’t yell.
Please go, you can’t come in.
This time you cannot win.
Just take it on the chin.
Stop pushing on the bell.
Don’t send round your crony,
Creepy little Tony,
With your old baloney
And your usual hard sell.
Yes, the madman, Abbott.
I’m in debt?! No credit?!
Claims I’ve got a ‘habit’?!
He needs a padded cell.
Don’t listen to that wanker,
He’s just a trouble maker.
Talk to Glen, our banker,
He says my accounts excel.
He sees my cash employed
Fixing up what you destroyed –
Dear things I once enjoyed.
Oh! Tales that I could tell!
You kicked me in the teeth
When I was low with grief,
Brought your mate, Peter Reith,
Here with his dogs and smell.
All your bad behaviour,
Fighting every neighbour,
Meant I couldn’t savour
Them. Now I know they’re swell.
With all my former friends
I’ve met and made amends,
Forgiveness asked, which sends
Them back to me pell mell.
Our neighbor, Bobby Green
Along with wife, Christine,
Helps keep the back yard clean.
He’s put in a new well.
On work I have a choice,
More free with my own voice.
And as for Mister Joyce!
You teach him how to spell!
So listen now, dear John!
Your return just isn’t on!
Or must my new bloke, Swan,
Beat you into pulpy jell?
He’s not just strong. He’s smart.
Loves me and has a heart.
Not like you, you mean old fart.
Can you hear me, John? Go to bloody hell!
COMMENTS
Miglo andMin, 06/08/2010, That is brilliant Patricia!!!
Nasking, 06/08/2010, Nice one Patricia
Tony Abbott says he’s not clear
About how to act if he should hear
A woman in the private sphere
Say, “No! Go away! Just disappear!”
He doesn’t know the way to go,
Hearing that as an eager beau?
Gee! That can lead to lots of woe
If you’re confused by “Yes!” and “No!”
Ignorance of that in public life
Can lead to trouble and to strife.
Canberra examples of this are rife
With tales of the assassin’s knife.
So, will we now hear him confess
He was confused by Howard’s “Yes!”
For Liberals on the ETS?
Does that explain his climate mess?
Or was that when he was excused
From Cabinet, which then was used
To by-pass his known sceptic views?
Was that “Crap!” because he felt abused?
Liberal women who are ‘Pro-Choice’
Made clear to him their strong “Yes!” voice
On RU486. That noise
Drowned out his “Noes!” and ‘Pro-Life’ Joyce.
“Yes!” and “No!” we all learned at school,
In class, at sport, in swimming pools.
Abbott can’t play by Aussie rules?
He needs a trainer, someone who’ll
Show him! How about our Jules?
COMMENTS:
Fiona Reynolds, 05/08/10,/10 Patricia WA, that is close to being your best yet.
Pavlov’s Cat, 05/08/10 WOW! quatrains in iambic tetrameter with an aaaa rhyme scheme = awesome.
Miglo, 05/08/10 That’s the best pome yet in my opinion. Absolutely brilliant.
Ad Astra, 13/11/10 Once again, I enjoyed your poem. Thank you.
clarencegirl, 03/06/11 In verse it’s just as frightening isn’t it! Loved the poem 🙂
How else to break monotony
With only thoughts for company?
Wheels whirl out ideas for me.
They roll out in a litany.
How can we win a lot more votes?
Keep a count on asylum boats!
That’ll get lots of headline quotes
And keep the Greens at Labor throats.
Unemployed should be down the mines.
Get bludgers off their fat behinds.
Objectors should pay heavy fines.
That’s bound to win some hearts and minds.
So what about the nation’s health?
For that I’ll need a bit more stealth.
Why aren’t they active like myself?
I don’t rely on the Commonwealth!
Nearly there! Another twenty miles!
Media will be crowding in the aisles,
Wanting my latest for their files.
My party men will be all smiles.
I must wheel in something they will like!
Just avoid the ‘off’ words like ‘dyke’ –
But they loved ‘Labor’s big tax hike!’
How about – ‘Gillard, on yer bike!’
No, perhaps not.
Julia’s hot to trot.
One charity shot
And that’s my lot!
COMMENTS:
Miglo, 04/08/10, Hi Patricia! A great poem to go with my morning latte.
joni, 04/08/10, I can hear Paul Kelly singing those great words by Patricia.
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