Introduction

Queenslanders don't just do it once, they do it twice, three times, four times ... especially when the electoral roll is full of people who don't really live at their address.

Recently a huge scandal has erupted in Queensland politics with evidence that many politicians have been rorting the system through their involvement in vote rigging. People have been put on the electoral roll at addresses that are not their own so they can vote in local elections - for their mate!

An 'impartial' enquiry is being held into this - known as the Shepherdson Enquiry. No one is Labouring under the misapprehension that only one party is capable of such dishonesty, and everyone is Liberal in their condemnation of those who get caught. er fishy !!

The Postman Knocks Twice, Three Times, Four Times........

It's pretty quiet where I live
In my small one-bedroom flat
I'm used to peace and solitude
But now something's changing that

Every morning I hear the dragging
As an overloaded sack
Is led up my garden path
By my postie's bent, strained back

No, I haven't made the big time
Or got an over-attentive lover
They're not letters from a pen-pal
Or my over-anxious mother

In fact the only missives
That come addressed to me
Are ones demanding money
For electricity

The bulk of the mail that comes
Provokes curiosity
The names are an assortment of strangers
But the address belongs to me

So every morning after breakfast
It's like entertaining friends
I open the wonderful Christmas cards
That one gregarious person sends

It's been this way, day after day
Through November and December
But I wonder why each card I read
Is from my parliamentary member

I'm starting to get annoyed now
More than a little over-rort
Because I haven't received a card yet
Thanking me for my loyal support

In elections we all have a roll to play
But I can't begin to guess
Why he is writing to all these people
At my humble street address

I'm sure he's not feeling sheepish
Just pulling the wool over my eyes
If I am the lamb to the slaughter
It would come as no surprise

My hope is that some shepherd's son
Will have the final laugh
Cause I'm sure that sack's not the only one
Who's been led up the garden path

Copyright; Helen Ramoutsaki