Not very good poetry … but from the heart!

Before I begin, please let me explain,
‘Twill date me I know and no points I’ll gain,
But my vintage tells me poems should rhyme
And scan properly too all of the time.
(well, except when it is absolutely impossible to express one’s feelings in a true thythm – but I digress)

A pulp mill, a pulp mill it will be Tassies saviour
No one will notice Parliament’s bad behaviour
when they all get their dollars, eight hundred and seven then they’ll realise we have given them heaven.

But something went wrong there as polls went berserk
and nowhere above 17% Big Red had to lurk!

Thern came the famous line in the sand,
Just yet another sleight of the hand
and so another went out with the tide,
But we knew that another one had just lied,
(well, we couldn’t have said that if we were in Parliament as Michael Polley would have had a conniption and so it was obfuscation, or being less than generous with the truth or – well, I did say that it wouldn’t always scan!)

Now we have the cheeks all a-dimple
and the words sound sincere but oh so simple,
People expect us to stay away at arm’s length
but pulling wool over eyes is always known as our strength.

But that, dear Lara, is where you are wrong,
The decisions you’ve made have people more strong,
Many who were divided by miles
are comparing notes and studying files.

The pulp mill debate has done something weird
Opposing sides, who each other quite feared,
Now have found in common a permanant goal,,
To force Gunns to fill every ‘temporary’ hole!

So dimple on Lara enjoy polliehood whilst you may
Because I am sure that as night follows day
Your time at the top won’t last much longer
As we Tasmanians together become much stronger.

I realise now why we call them all ‘pollies’
They parrot party lines and then to their folly,
Polly want a cracker?
No, Polly want a backer!

When you all Lib, Labor and Green
Face the fact of what could have been
Had you really been open and frank,
Instead of fretting about funds in the Bank.

Well, my whingeing now is over and done
and I must admit that it’s really been fun,
But for many the fight will not pall
Until this farce is gone once and for all