Thus we begin the day with a diatribe by me ol’
mate Th’ Bott, in London for crissake, grizzling
about asylum seekers, saying it’s not on letting
‘em run away from their responsibilities; where
did he get aboard you’d like to ask - and why’s
he dually exposed himself to vitriolic ridicule
Not that we’re unused to seeing him muddying
the pool - its a predilection he’s infamous for -
and in his own misanthropic way shifts a focus
that was badly off-beam - but telling European
Leaders what’s wrong about it still seems a bit
off-putting to people who’re trying for unity
Then we’ve the Yank Navy sailing a patrol into
disputed territory with Chinese spitting phlegm
about who’s in th’ wrong and has to pay for its
blatant, as if they’d know th’ difference, breech
of international diplomacy & we head-shake in
an approved way, saying - no comment
Geeze, it is only Wednesday - and 2015 RWC
final’s four days away, where the whole genus
of what is fair, right and real will be decided by
Australia and New Zealand on a field in, bless
‘em, Twickenham, London which explains why
Th’ Bott - our ex-PM’s over there & gibbering
© 28 October 2015, I. D. Carswell
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