Sunday morning, sore head,
Huge hangover, lie in bed,
Reach for remote, Channel 10,
‘Meet the Press’ is on again.
Can’t stomach Paul Bongiorno,
I’d rather watch a b-grade porno,
Bongiorno needs a good pathologist,
He’s a terribly biased Labor apologist.
Flick TV to Channel 2,
Lie and wait for ‘you know who’,
Drift off slowly, a relaxing snooze,
Aching head, too much booze!
9am on the ABC,
Insiders with Barrie Cassidy,
Very pleased to see Andrew Bolt,
Not so with Marr, irrelevent dolt.
Headache gets worse when Marr appears,
He’s not in debt, but likes arrears,
The only time my interest peaks,
Is when the great Andrew Bolt speaks.
Noone else but Bolt calls it as it is,
Kelly & Marr must be taking the pi5s?
My stomach is chirning, heart beating faster,
This Labor government’s a rolled-gold disaster.
Eyelids heavy, sleep and dream,
I’ve got my own time machine,
Go back to November 2007,
To warn people not to elect this moron Kevin.
Fitful sleep, disbursed with stretching,
Hot sweats, cold sweats, some dry retching!
Time to rise, must get moving,
It’s 2pm, I’ve spent all day snoozing!
Awake again, the dream is finished,
Reality shows all hope’s diminished.
We’re stuck with Labor ‘til who knows when?
As Macca says ‘Not again in 20-10’!
2004.
