The little sewer rat John Howard
can't swim against the tide of public
loathing and distrust any longer.
Facing ignominious defeat and the
loss of his own seat, his paraplegic
morning walk is now a mourning wake.
Hoisted on his own petard, little Johnny
faces the remaining years being nagged
to his grave by his awful, scheming wife.
Jerry this is one of your finest Howard tributes. I particularly enjoyed 'his paraplegic morning walk is now a mourning wake.' Go Maxine! love, Allie xxxx
Good to see you sufficiently motivated to post again J..... t x
Jez, I hope I can keep a straight face when I'm writing a eulogy... You overrate him as a sewer rat, he's actually rather leech-like...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you don't know it, you should listen to the song 'year of the rat' by the whitlams. it holds a rather similar view of our illustrious PM :)