The Pretoria Guard stood strong by
But some had defected to a candidate near-by
The Captain’s pick could not carry him through
Even Sir Phillip from the Palace couldn’t make his sky blue
So the budgie has to slip out the side
And clear out his office and to the backbenches slide
It would seem that the fate of us all
Is to see a new Prime minister without a captain’s call
Perhaps in the end as Nixon did ride
A helicopter from Parliament with peace signs inside?
What do we learn from this whole thing?
To take not for granted others, as your song you sing!
© Paul Warren Poetry
perhaps, for the cadence, 'To take not for granted others, as your song you sing.''
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Sadly it is hard to show Mr Abbott and sympathy for he never showed any to anyone else. Thank You