There there Kev
Stop being a wimp
Show some Nye Bevan
flashing balls in this sort
of situation
Wear your axe in the back with pride
You asked for this
Speaking Mandarin Chinese
Speaking received English of
more than two syllables
What did you expect?
Get on down and grubby
Roll 'round tackle a few
football heroes in the change rooms
Get your hands dirty
Clean up some hairdressing sweeps
Get your kids to appear in slut magazines
I do
And look where it has got me
Everywhere
Take a tip
A large Dalai Lama T shirt
conceals knives well
Oh, and incidentally
Sorry, can't give you a ride
Mae fy hofrendad yn llawn llyswennod
Not your sort of place
Politics is usually so bland I am not interested in writing abut it but we live in interesting times at the moment. I am referring to the deposing of ex Prime Minister Kevin Rudd overnight by political thugs in his own party, a few months ago... ( a Julius Caesar re- enactment Down Under)
ReplyDelete"My hovercraft is full of eels"??! Does Kev really speak Chinese?
ReplyDeleteYours too eh? Yep, he is fluent in Mandarin.
ReplyDeleteI was very puzzled by this poem, Rall: it felt kind of up-front-and-personal. I thought it was you that someone had put a knife into, and was ready to rise up and defend you!
ReplyDeleteNow that I realise you are talking about politics, my hackles are descending. Politics, is and has always been, a dirty business. I live in hope of the return of the days when politics meant serving the public rather than serving the pocket/ego of the politician.
I have been wearing knives in my back as a fashion accessory for years Viv. No room for anymore and not worthy of a poem anyway.
ReplyDeleteThere is always room for another stiletto, more's the pity. Nice choice of cover. Saffron?
ReplyDeleteMine too, Derrick!
ReplyDeleteEnglish vacationer on the Costa del Ripoff thought to test his Spanish by buying his wife an umbrella. In a shop, In Spain. In Spanish "I would like to buy an umbrella for my wife." Assistant boggles, and gets the Manager, who says, in perfect English, naturally - "But why does Sir wish to wallop his horse with a parachute." (I read it in Reader's Digest, so it must be true.)
I like the poem. Has some recent event in Australian politics upset you, Rall?
' Don't cry Darling. It's blood all right.'
ReplyDeleteOgden Nash