When Caesar goes a’wandering
There’s no-one in the house,
A micro-mini-brain named Kev
With less grey-cells than a mouse.
When voters put old Kev in power
He chose to hesitate,
He let Old Johnny stay in charge
Saying, “Don’t worry, I can wait!”
So for two long weeks the Lib-Nats
Continued to run the show,
Until Kev found he had no choice
There was nowhere left to go.
In power at last, still hesitant
He chose to go on an eighteen-day jaunt,
Till the voters began to wonder
What had been the bloody point?
Back in Oz rather belatedly
He still did not take charge,
Any thought he’d start to fix things now
Was nought but a mirage.
So 20-20 became his focus
An evil, nightmare quest,
And once again the voters realised
Kev had failed to pass the test.
Yes 20-08 is more important
As street folk greatly multiply,
And soon as winter winds doth blow
The poor bastards begin to die.
But Kevin doesn’t even care
It seems he didn’t want a go,
He talks a great improvement plan
But his talk is empty show.
© Copyright 2013, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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