Lol you do great political cartoons. I enjoy them a lot. Merry Christmas and Happy New year to you and yours Malcom Evans.
Twas the night before Christmas
When Jonkey shot through
And left us all feeling ,
Divided and blue.
The voters were all nestled
snug in their beds
Sleeping more soundly ,
that the TTPA is dead
And Bennett in her kerchief ,
spouting off crap
And Bill English too ,
giving Judith the slap
When from the backbenches , there arose such a clatter
both Paula and Bill looked to see what was the matter
away to the Speaker , Bill flew like a flash ,
to head off some factions, that threatened to clash
The vote was the test of their new-fallen foes
Gave the lustre of power to the vanquished below.
When, what to Bills wondering eyes should appear,
But Winston and Little , and Metiria showing no fear.
With a house bubble bursting, so lively and quick,
Bill knew in a moment that National was nicked.
More rapid than eagles his problems they came,
And he screamed, and he shouted, and called them by name!
Now, Crusher! now, Bridges! now, McCully and Brexit!
On, Coleman! On, Joyce! – who else will try vex it!
We’re the top of the pack! the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Unaffordable rents, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top speculators they flew,
Denying first time buyers, and the homeless too.
And then, in a twinkling, Bill heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of Paula’s great hoof.
As Bill pulled in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Auckland’s housing came with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished like leopards in soot.
A bundle of cash she had flung on her back,
To leave Auckland $5000 , $2000 to come back.
Bills eyes-how they twinkled! he was not feeling merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little budget was drawn up like a bow,
This Deputy ! This Paula ! – kept me out of the know !.
The stump of a pen he held tight in his teeth,
And problems with forecasts encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad plan and surplus with a little round belly,
That scuppered his tax cuts ,when Kaikoura shook like a bowlful of jelly!
He was grumpy and thin, a shadow of his old self,
And we laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let NZ to know we had everything to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Destroyed all state housing, then turned like a jerk.
Then gave us the fingers , aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Beehive he rose!
He sprang to his office , to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
” We’re meeting at Keys place for a piss up – good-night!”
Bravo WILD KATIPO !!! Very witty and clever, thoroughly enjoyed that !!
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Lol you do great political cartoons. I enjoy them a lot. Merry Christmas and Happy New year to you and yours Malcom Evans.
Twas the night before Christmas
When Jonkey shot through
And left us all feeling ,
Divided and blue.
The voters were all nestled
snug in their beds
Sleeping more soundly ,
that the TTPA is dead
And Bennett in her kerchief ,
spouting off crap
And Bill English too ,
giving Judith the slap
When from the backbenches , there arose such a clatter
both Paula and Bill looked to see what was the matter
away to the Speaker , Bill flew like a flash ,
to head off some factions, that threatened to clash
The vote was the test of their new-fallen foes
Gave the lustre of power to the vanquished below.
When, what to Bills wondering eyes should appear,
But Winston and Little , and Metiria showing no fear.
With a house bubble bursting, so lively and quick,
Bill knew in a moment that National was nicked.
More rapid than eagles his problems they came,
And he screamed, and he shouted, and called them by name!
Now, Crusher! now, Bridges! now, McCully and Brexit!
On, Coleman! On, Joyce! – who else will try vex it!
We’re the top of the pack! the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Unaffordable rents, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top speculators they flew,
Denying first time buyers, and the homeless too.
And then, in a twinkling, Bill heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of Paula’s great hoof.
As Bill pulled in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Auckland’s housing came with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished like leopards in soot.
A bundle of cash she had flung on her back,
To leave Auckland $5000 , $2000 to come back.
Bills eyes-how they twinkled! he was not feeling merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little budget was drawn up like a bow,
This Deputy ! This Paula ! – kept me out of the know !.
The stump of a pen he held tight in his teeth,
And problems with forecasts encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad plan and surplus with a little round belly,
That scuppered his tax cuts ,when Kaikoura shook like a bowlful of jelly!
He was grumpy and thin, a shadow of his old self,
And we laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let NZ to know we had everything to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Destroyed all state housing, then turned like a jerk.
Then gave us the fingers , aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Beehive he rose!
He sprang to his office , to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
” We’re meeting at Keys place for a piss up – good-night!”
Bravo WILD KATIPO !!! Very witty and clever, thoroughly enjoyed that !!
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