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Sunday, 26 February 2012


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Me neither.

Poetry, sheer, poetry!

When we last lived in Australia I wrote a rather fine rude poem about Paul Keating, but my aussie chums turned out to be rather offended that a bloody foreigner should be guilty of such lese majesty. They can be very thin-skinned, your aussies.

Oh dear! I fear incoming Andra any minute - take cover!

Nonsense Duff.

DM is totally correct in penning as many derisory poems about Paul Keating as he can muster.

Mr Keating (and I use the term loosely) was another prime minister of the Labor (no "U" necessary) persuasion and judged by "we the people" as possibly the most arrogant Australian politician ever.

Gough Whitlam (yet another Labor prime minister) came close but he was chucked out one fine November morning by a drunken governor general.

Ah politics, where people with aspirations to achieve mediocrity can succeed beyond their wildest dreams.

Is it safe to come out now?

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