1.
Taking Oregon State in his stride,
And with Kentucky practically tied,
Bernie Sanders’ artillery
Keeps hammering Hillary
To subdue her Clintonian pride.
2.
With the media parked at his gate,
The state tenant was growing irate.
“Would you please tell the nation
That it’s just renovation.
There’s nobody homeless here, mate!”
3.
Phil Twyford, at last, sees the light.
Auckland’s limits are simply too tight.
He’s come late to the cause,
But it’s won him applause
From the Centre, the Left and the Right.
4.
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When told that the poor had no bread,
The French Queen bade them eat cake instead.
Our own leader, likewise,
Has been heard to advise
The homeless to ask WINZ for a bed.
Key’s excuse for not meeting the homeless
Was as bad as it was gormless
“I’ve MY own schedule” he said
Meaning they can all wait till they’re dead
It’ll be sooner than later that’s my guess.
Oh dear yawn, yawn,
He’s at it again so it seems,
but his observations are odd as are his limericks are wrong,
I think he’s been smoking a bong…
While Phil Twyford has looked in control
National appears to have dug a big hole
The elephant in the room is migration
Infrastructure for a set population
Key scoring a massive own goal
While English’s brain is in a state of flux
And Key’s only answer is “more tax cuts”
You’d have to say
They’ve had their day
Now the country’s completely f**ked
While the country suffers from ‘Group Think’
And the poor don’t even own a kitchen sink
The words of Sanders
Should ring in OUR ears
But most don’t make the link
More like it Chris. Stick with the Left. YOur needed.
Hahaha ! Brilliant stuff.
Yah right! yah right! yah bloody well right, Yah right, yah right, yah bloody well right mate!
All while our emperor Key sits in his Hawaii palace.
Away from his leafy suburban enclave in Auckland,
His royal subjects freeze to death,
On a far away park bench or bridge underpass.
While our king struggles to decide which expensive dish to choose.
In his high heeled Hawaiian restaurant.
Oh what a lucky man he was,
Oh what a poor-poor lucky man he was – what a lucky man he was.
There once was a tosser called Key
who crooned about tax cuts with glee
Alas said his Aids
there’s no cash to be made
Let’s palm off those state houses
for free
To live in a car with no fridge
shows our economy is for th’ privileged
A garage , a shed
a bridge or a tent
Tis four hundred a week
for the rent !
A woman called Bennett has said
we’re funding three thousand new beds !
On closer inspection
with the least of detection,
She thought voters were so easily led
So next time you hear jolly old Key
as you live in your house in a tree
your high rise location
is called ‘ intensification ‘
Next work camps for th ‘ poor it t’wil be
Oh my, oh how fortunate, what luck!
The hobittses don’t give a fuck.
Let’s give them the shaft,
They’re really quite daft.
Three more years of running amok.
MMP is a lemon, we bought it
National’s in, so they won’t sort it
Government by minority
That’s not a priority
When they can aggrandise, plunder and rort it
There was a blogger nicknamed “Porky”
Whose posts ranged from asinine to dorky
His forays into doggerel
Were indeed his inaugural
Steps to lampoon and unseat dear leader Key
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