The Dr and the Duck on Calvary Street (apologies to James K Baxter)
On Calvary Street are trellises
Where bright as blood the roses bloom,
And gnomes like pagan fetishes
Hang their hats on an empty tomb
Where two old souls go slowly mad,
National Mum and Labour Dad.
Wow, dumb lives matters by the calf.
Parliament’s annual pickled onion and beer scoffing competition rarely seemed such a great idea the morning after.
Silence becomes them both.
Pair of bloody idiots.
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