Some Rhymes For The Times
Said Bronagh: “From where I am sitting,
It’s tremendous to know John is quitting.
His surprise Christmas gift
Gave so many a lift,
Which, given the season, is fitting.”
With the family back home on the farm …
Bill English was seized with alarm.
Was this two-oh-oh-two?
Or just more déjà vu?
… With the family back home on the farm.
With Mt Albert again up for grabs
Be prepared for some pretty sharp jabs
As to whom we should turn
Harré? Genter? Ardern?
(Just don’t call it a battle of babes!)
So it’s Trump – and what’s not to like?
All you losers can go take a hike.
Just how good can it get?
You ain’t seen nothing yet.
So much more’s coming straight down the pike!
There once was a man called Key,
Who achieved nothing to call legacy ,
Off to Maui he went ,
Back from where he was sent,
And New Zealand applauded with glee.
There once was a man called Key,
Who lost control of bad company ,
Like a true market trader ,
He said “see you later ”
Then blamed the family.
Bad king John
is gone.
Bad sherrif Bill
is with us still.
It’s been a horrible year
Said Yogi Bear
With Trump being the new Park Ranger
Now we are screwed
Said his sidekick Boo Boo
Since there is so much oil underneath us
Your “With Mt Albert again up for grabs” “rhyme”, if you can call it that, is really quite appalling. You might want to ponder why? Surprise us.