Another Political Thread.

Sing a song of politics - a season full of woe.


Libs and Labs and Greenies, going toe to toe.


As the day approaches, they all begin to brawl,


What a sorry spectacle to set before us all.


Julia's in the tax office, trying to make us leaner,


Tony's in the boardroom, cosying up to Gina,


Christine's in the garden, talking to the pixies,


Time for the electorate to blow them all to bitses. (metaphorically speaking of course)

i think you are too kind 🙂

howard's former chief of staff reckoned that australians should be kickin' her (meanin' julia) to death, some strange reason never got to page 1 of the murdoch press. 

he's angling for a seat isn't he ?


howard's former chief of staff reckoned that australians should be kickin' her (meanin' julia) to death, some strange reason never got to page 1 of the murdoch press. 



Did he add a 'metaphorical' disclaimer though?;-)

 


Bag 'em All


Bag 'em All


The Long and the Short and the Tall


Bag all the Pollies in Red Green & Blue


Bag the Apologists, they're drongo's too


 


'Cause we're gonna be baggin 'em all


And intro the trenches they'll Crawl


They're Cunning Vote Buyers,


But all Blo*dy Liars,


So who cares who wins Bag 'em All


 




 


 


 


 


Bag 'em All


Bag 'em All


The Long and the Short and the Tall


Bag all the Pollies in Red Green & Blue


Bag the Apologists, they're drongo's too


 


'Cause we're gonna be baggin 'em all


And intro the trenches they'll Crawl


They're Cunning Vote Buyers,


But all Blo*dy Liars,


So who cares who wins Bag 'em All


 


 



 


 


 



 


:^O:^O:^O:^O:^O


Five smiley face award!

(To the Tune of Macnamara's Band) - BTW, great thread.


 


(NOTE: ALP will cop it too when time allows, so keep your shirt on LNP voters= this is called Parody) 


 


Oh, me name is Tony Abbott, I'm the leader of the Libs
Although we’re not articulate, we're good at telling fibs
We’ll nag the Aussie people until they get our point
If we can’t have the power, then we’ll wreck the Blo*dy joint

Oh, Stop the Taxes on the rich & send the boats away
Give away our mineral wealth & make the punters pay


For all the infrastructure, all the waste & all the strife


Unless you’re Gina Rinehart, you’ll be paying all your life

Oh, the propaganda’s thick & fast, & no facts come into play
If we can’t win, we’ll hunt them out, the mud sticks anyway
We’ll slander and defame them, till everyone gets the point
If we can’t have the power, then we’ll wreck the Blo*dy joint.

Nusery rhymes, then the children "grow up" (?) and realise crying no longer works!


 


 



 



 


 


 


 


 


 


 

Monman, you seriously need to get out more and have fun...nobody likes a killjoy