This poem for today was ‘supposed’ to be
on the May budget and whether Treasurer
Joe Hockey’s first in-office attempt proves
he’s got a handle on the actual scene; we
read scuttlebutt suggesting dire stuff’ll be
proposed despite encouraging change in
new economic indices. Labor’s to blame
for everything of course - without debate
says even blustering Joe misses his cue;
budgets are just bubonic plague - spread
by obliging fleas but far too slowly, so we
look at new evidence suggesting a faster
way will be by pneumonic means - and it
see from reading Black Plague forensic
evidence it’s the best route to immediate
effect, well much faster than the wait for
discriminating fleas deciding who’d be a
tastier bite for their infection next
while to be revealed. Fleas do not bear
blame for the plague spreading, coughs,
splutters & spit carried it more effectively;
thus Joe is already equipped to spread
his disease - starting April Fool’s day
© 31 March 2014, I. D. Carswell
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