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Sweet poesy! that hath anciently had kings, emperors, senators, great captains, such as, besides a thousand others, David, Adrian, Sophocles, Germanicus, not only to favour poets, but to be poets…

But I speak to this purpose, that all the end of the comical part be not upon such scornful matters as stir laughter only, but mix with it that delightful teaching which is the end of poesy. Sir Phillip Sidney: The Defense of Poesy

Polly Put The Kettle On


It’s good to see you

Thank you for the visit

The main idea is to polish our policies

Get on with the real task of running the country

As you know

Things have not been going well lately

Umberton is putting a spanner in the works

He’s a cursèd idealist of the worst kind

Wants to get rid of coal completely

Fund renewables at the cost of our oil search program

Even put the kibosh on the demolition of the town hall

Who cares if it’s the last of its kind?

Then last Tuesday

You’ll never guess what he did

He sought to penalise wrong use of insecticides on farms

Just imagine what that would do to our electorates

On top of that

And this is the last straw

He wants to force all corporations 

To contribute to an Environment Protection Plan

Bloody Hell!

What will he think of next?

You see my friend we have work to do

We’ve got to organise public opinion

Work with the Press as usual

To make sure that our program of expansion

Is not stifled

That it lives and breathes where it counts

The market must be respected

As I said in a recent speech: 

Free enterprise is the cradle that nurtures us all

We have to act now before it is too late

So that’s why it’s good to see you

I’ll tell you what

Let’s make a cup of tea

And then let’s get down to business

Really get down to business…


A Consequence Of Time

Hi there

Come right in

It’s good to see you

Through here, that’s right

In there

Take a seat

Would you like a drink?


All right then

Let’s get on with it

The reason I’ve called you in

Is quite straightforward

Things are not crash hot with the firm 

Business is uncertain

The times are truly changing

And we have had to move with those changes

You no doubt have noticed differences lately

Alterations we’ve just completed 

In fact it’s a significant restructure 

Of the company

Basically to ensure survival

This has given us a major challenge

With our staffing needs

Now what does that mean for you?

Well…how long have you been with us?

Thirty seven years

Yes I assumed it was something like that

Anyway the reality is

The work you have done so well in the past

Is no longer relevant

What does that mean?

It means my dear friend

Sadly we are in no further need of your services

The position you leave will not be vacant

It will not exist 

As I said before we have had to move on

How old are you now?


Ah yes well you see our future

To put it bluntly, depends almost entirely on youth

No there is no way we can fit you in

It’s all a matter of fiscal expertise

Indeed of survival itself

Now one of the reasons you are here at this moment

Is for me to thank you personally

For the years of outstanding service

You have given us

There will be severance pay of course

This handshake is one I give gladly

To wish you, your wife and family well 

In the days and years ahead

God bless


Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me


You are most welcome

Is this your usual job?


Now where were we last time?

Ah yes

Checking out the records of detention

You will find 

Things going according to plan

Only four hundred inmates left

All confined without redress

Children not a problem any longer 

Except for a few

Despite exposés

From the inquisitive media

PR top of the class

Constant emphasis on people smugglers

Working well

Justifying our iron clad objective

To ban entry

Regarding occasional mental health issues

We have managed to curtail reporting

So this has kept things quiet

Parliamentary back-up excellent

A nice bipartisan mood still applies

Even though minorities

Occasionally disturb the peace a little

Stop the boats

An almost out of date slogan now

As indefinite detention is 

Going so well

As to the funding 

We keep it quiet

The cost is one billion a year

So there you have it my friend

Up to date facts

On our penal domain

Everything’s good

I can clearly say

No problems now remain


Survival Talk


Is that you Charles?

It’s me Merton


We have a problem

That self interested bastard Coles

Is at it again

He’s been gathering support

And I think 

We’re in for a spill

No I mean it

All the signs are there

He’s been brown nosing with Carlingford

Since our last Cabinet do

And I noticed him in close talk

With Schultz last week

At the Corporate Affairs Conference

Now this is big trouble

If we don’t watch our step

He’ll link up with Condon

And we won’t have a snowflake’s chance in Hell

Of surviving

What are we going to do about it?

Here’s what we’re gunna do my friend

We’re gunna attack

All guns blazing

Do you remember the Venus Brothel incident

A few years ago?

Yes, that’s it

Coles was photographed in the street outside it

He sued the paper for damages

And lost

Now that’s the point

He lost

The aroma of doubt still exists

Unruly testosterone in the political sphere

I know with the aid of a couple of my Press mates

We can find some new evidence

Cook up a tale of secret vice for Coles

The truth doesn’t matter

As long as the story exists

We can really go to town with this

And the sparks will fly

In the meantime

We need to keep alert with the others

Promise Carlingford our support ad infinitum

Release the report on Condon’s study leave in Paris

And back Shultz for that post overseas

All right my friend

Now there’s work to do

Go to it

I’ll talk to you later


Who Has Seen The World Aflame?

On the 2019-20 bushfires in Australia

Where have you been in recent times?

Have you seen the fiery effects of CO𝟸?

Did you feel the heat?

Did you hear the trees alight cry out in pain

And see their leaves fly away from normality

As burning embers

Setting fire to other forests of disastrous worldly schemes?

In the midst of all this

Did you support the paranoia of climate doubt?

Yes? I cannot continue this discussion

Because the world is still aflame

In my mind

Cooked to a cinder like a Pudding Lane house in 66

Yet the need arises to tell the story

To strive to impose wisdom on a witless world

Even though the smoke of the inferno

No longer curses my eyes

Or maligns my breathing with a malevolence

That takes away my sanity

As I hear again

The sirens sound the death knell

Of my tomorrows


Instructions to Schools 2084

Children must be tested

Thoroughly and without deviation

To promote compliance with the norm

Difference brings intense remediation

Plead for funds if you wish

But do not be over demanding

For thrift must be the rule

With government revenue

Teach the arts

But sparingly, lest revolution show its risky face

Train the drones for work in the market place

Beware of satire and humour

For laughter is a threat to equanimity

Teach history synthesised as a harmless piece

Of mystery

This above all, observe approved practices

As you keep costs down if you can

And it shall follow as the night the day

Each child will grow according to the plan


Curriculum 2084

What must our children learn today

In this arid testing time?

How to save water they need to know

As the rivers no longer flow

An attitude to lightning 

Will clearly be the norm

As violence shakes the world each day

In the shape of a savage storm

History of science will be much taught

With links to all the great theses

Lots of pictures and ancient films

To remind us of lost species

Admen will sponsor our daily life

With a constant barrage of lies

So children must learn the crucial art

Of rejecting what truth denies

Above all else will be the need

To reach out for pure air

Since what was once a heavenly breath

Is now no longer there

Teachers will teach and pupils will reach

A stage of desired augmentation

Whatever the outcome our leaders will say

It’s all for the good of the nation


Bedtime 2084

Time for sleeping Daddy?

Yes my love

Will you tell me things before I sleep?

Yes my love

What was a tree Daddy?

It was a tall post with arms and things called leaves my love

What was a bird Daddy?

It was a living spirit with wings that flew through the air my love

What is a flower Daddy?

A beautiful joy that one day you still might see my love

What was a butterfly Daddy?

A pretty thing that danced on the air my love

What was a tiger Daddy?

A brave and noble creature once roaming the earth my love

Why is the sea so angry Daddy?

Storms without end give it no peace my love

What is a split atom Daddy?

A nasty thing that blights the world my love

I am tired now Daddy I think I will go to sleep

Good night my love; rest well


A Word From The Sponsor

Thank you for providing such interesting films

For me to purloin for profit

I enjoy so much

Interrupting each plot at a crucial moment

As this sells so well

With the would be client’s attention at its peak

News bulletins also

Are a major source of funds

Murder and violence take interest for a ride

If you fit an ad in where the victims died

Give those soaps your approval too

Love affairs have a great sale capacity

They have what it takes to sell

And the actors play their parts so well

The actors in the ads I mean

Who catch our gaze with each scene

So there you have it

The arts whose verifiable function now is earning

Will keep the wheels of commerce smoothly turning

So let me assure you

As long as there are Academy Awards and Logies

I will be there to use a constant stream of your time

Raising interest in the adman’s bogeys

For my own ends

Yes. Thank you so much – so very much



Well now here I am – somewhere

What am I doing here?

According to many I am in my senility

Using the surplus time of my life

To fill pages with my lack of ability

That’s true enough I suppose

No work – little play

A recipe for a dull old man

And yet maybe 

There are some extenuating circumstances

(Big words I learnt seventy five years ago)

Maybe, just maybe

Someone will read those pages of mine

And get an idea for me or against me

As a consequence

The world will be just a little different

As I wander towards my grave

Rugby: For The Good Of The Game


Mr Foxtel

Thank you for your offer

In this land of milk and honey

But I’m afraid that at this stage 

I don’t have any money

Now it’s not my aim to mention

My strife on the old age pension

For I’ve coached many yes many a boy

From out of the hoi polloi

And taught them how to love the game

Spent many hours at training them

Because I felt the same

Gave my time on days of the week

Just to promote the cause

Worked till I felt my old bones creak

With not a drop of applause

Gone to great Test matches too

As a loyal fan

Read many books on players

Knew them man to man

Even played a bit myself

In my younger days

Till age put me on the shelf

As only the fit man plays

So here we are at the end of my road

As I watch your fine commercials

Cloaked as they are in a highly glamorous code

How I long to accept your plan

With up to three months free

But after three wherever I scan

I can’t find a place for me

So thank you very much kind sir

For your exciting chapter and verse

But how in the Hell can I aim for that end

With a totally empty purse?

So good luck to you with your lucrative scheme

Even though your price is high

Sport for me now is no more than a dream

Till I fade away and die…Till I fade away and die……


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