Thank you for your deep thoughts, Fraser Anning,
No thanks, for the Right wing flames you’re fanning,
He condemns all violence, yet his dry eye darkly gleams,
For him it’s only the Right who can be left to go to extremes.
He’s saddened by Mosque shootings but
It’s not time to keep his diplomatic gob shut,
He’ll illuminate us of what we’ve been blind to;
Words Fraser has long had half a mind to.
First his ‘final solution’ speech brought screeches of indignation
From even Pauline Hanson and her all-inclusive One Nation,
But stating the victims of a Mosque shooting are to blame
Guarantees Fraser strolls straight into the Hall of Shame.
Funnily I never thought the President was a funny ha ha bloke
But now the laugh’s on me, heh heh, and, seriously, l get the joke,
Hee hee, he’s hysterical, he changes history with one Master stroke-
He gathers the gullible, has a giggle to himself, then simply says ‘I misspoke.’
Yet another school shooting in Florida leaves us numb,
From the President the prayers and platitudes come,
More fretting and flapping of Trumpian gums
Followed by a frenzy of twittering thumbs.
Don is rightly upset about what some crazed kid has done,
Though the conclusion he arrives at sure is a strange one,
Oh so many sorrowful words for lost daughters and sons;
And not one single syllable about the madness of guns?
This week it’s been in a dusty little Texas town,
There half a congregation were gunned down,
Another week, another maniac with a gun,
And next week there will be another one.
Our betters wring their hands once more,
Much like last week, and the week before,
Another abomination, another crazy crime,
But DON’T mention gun control at this sad time.
Soon in Sutherland Springs they’ll bury their dead,
A stirring never-to-be-forgotten speech will be read,
But thinking a lesson’s been learned would be a mistake-
Not with Freedom and a high-powered Amendment at stake.
Our fine leader wears a face wreathed in sadness
But he shows no will or want to rein in the madness,
So, next week when some gung-ho gun nut goes insane
We’ll send our condolences and hopes and prayers- again.
Before the good Judge stands ex-Congressman Anthony Weiner,
Wearing a Valentino suit, Berluti shoes and a sorry demeanour,
After flicking through his cell phone pics she had never seen a
Clearer need for slapping on an extra year, and hand cleaner.
What a fine upstanding and changed man Tony appears,
But knowing he will be going away for nigh on two years
After hearing his plea for clemency has fallen on deaf ears
He fears he may soon be shedding more than crocodile tears.
He looks to his Defence team who look sad and defensive,
Its no easy brief representing one who you find reprehensive,
Yet should he appeal, their work will be full and comprehensive;
Oh joy, he’s going to appeal and it should prove hopeless AND expensive.
As incarceration approaches and his appeal on a slippery slope
His loyal lawyers come up with some advice to help him cope;
‘If all else fails , pray to a higher power, and never lose hope,
And if in the shower, whatever you do, don’t drop the soap.’
Don stalked up and talked down to the United Nations,
It sounded less a calming talk than a call to action stations,
Looking aghast as the pearls of wisdom fell from his mouth
Delegates weighed up the odds of both Koreas going South.
Members of every race, creed and religion rolled their eyes
As their prayers and entreaties to ANY Divine intervention dies,
Those hopes for North and South to peaceably co-exist one fine day?
Well, Rocketman’s response to Dons bombast blows that theory away.