24/12/2019
Some Xmas cheer for you all
Tâwas the night before Christmas and throughout Kirribilli,
The air con was making old ScoMo quite chilly.
In his big fat recliner, he barely broke sweat,
As he grinned over Manus and cheered Robodebt.
Yes⌠he sat there just like a bespectacled yowie,
And perused his new album called, âMemories of Mauiâ.
A huge Hillsong flag had been hung from a pole,
And the Morrison stockings were stuffed with black coal.
When out on the terrace, there was some kind of scrap,
ScoMo put on his hoodie and Cronulla Sharks cap.
He marched out the door with a sense of maturity,
Could this be a matter of national security?
The city was covered in smoke from bushfires,
And the haze of bad deals with water suppliers.
What soon became fact was before just a rumour,
It was âClimate Changeâ Santa and six greenie boomers!
He was dressed in his h**p, eco-friendly regalia,
And stood out from the mob that was âquiet Australiaâ.
He was there for the good of the wider society,
And would not be the cause of a needless anxiety.
His glasses were polished and round as a button,
And shiny - just like the bald head of Pete Dutton.
âNow ScoMo, youâve been put on my naughty list,
The whole of the country is really quite pissedâŚ
âFor one, you incited a leadership spill,
And whatâs this I hear of some holy crap bill?
You decided to smash the Department of Arts,
And have given tax breaks to some wealthy old farts.â
âYou treat yourself like you have some pedigree,
But you shat on the lives of those poor refugees.
You gave a thumbs up to our great volunteers,
But itâs only because you had paid them in cheers.â
You arrest anyone who protests at a picket,
And when s**t hits the fan you say âHow goodâs the cricket?!â
You absconded to sip drinks in clear Honolulu,
While the nation just asked âWhere the bloody hell are YOU?!â
âYou suck up to Trump, which is really quite strange.
You completely discount that there is climate change.
You brown nose the big banks. You ignore the farmers.
But whatâs coming to you is some scorching, hot karma!â
Old ScoMoâs face fell, from a smirk to a pout,
It seemed that his ego had been left in a drought.
As he slunk back inside for a sulk on the stairs,
Santa said, âWhy so sad? Mate, you have thoughts and prayers...â
Credit: Alyssa Mudie đ