Pauline Hanson

She's back, she's back! Pauline is back!
Oh Pauline, are you really there?
Can I resume my love affair?
I'd feared you'd now be weak and frail,
Mouldering in that awful jail.
I'm thrilled to see you looking well:
Let's meet and of my love I'll tell
Whilst I'm stooping to kiss your hand.
As C.J. Dennis says, "Ain't life grand!
When a bloke's in love
'Is thorts turn 'er way, like a 'omin' dove!"

Thank goodness you're free, we need your will
To stop us sliding back downhill.
Our country's going to the dogs:
We're being overun by wogs,
(According to the government)
And the C.E.O.s are mostly bent.
Chuck out that silly W.T.O.,
And those Greenies, they'll just have to go.
We want the guns back in suburbia
To scare East Asians - they've all heard of ya.
Income tax - two percent flat rate.
Rejuvinate your policies, I can't wait!

And your strongest platform is, I feel,
Long jail terms with no appeal.

Copyright; Ian Pollock