LNPeeing
in their own nest
Our state is run by Campbell now
Or is it Jeffery Seeney
Or maybe Tim the treasurer
Either way, they’re all meanies.
Now Campbell is a little runt
Or a word that rhymes with that
He’s losing blokes to Bob Katter’s crew
You know, those fellas in white hats
In party rooms there’ll be no dissent
on that he will not budge
so for speaking out one day
he kicked out poor Carl Judge
They grifted in Roz Bate’s boy Ben
Goes by the name of Gommers
then the fan got hit, by all that shit
The appointment a nepotism bummer
Ben’s boss, too, was an old LNP mate
Caltabiano, first name Michael
told some porkies, so he was “urged”
to hide away from the media cycle
Matters got worse with the lobbying done
by the son of Moggill’s Bruce Flegg
to his dismay, dad opened his mouth
And found room for another leg.
Then Alex Douglas, a local bloke
said the party’s not worth havin’
but what can you expect, I guess,
When your electorate is called Gaven.
Country boy Ray also jumped ship
Said Seeney: “Mate, he’s no loss”
But third day in with white-hatted mates
Hopper took over as their new boss
Ego clashes and grumbling, got too much
so with his millions out bailed Clive
Back-room Libs think they’ve got their wish
To stand alone, soon to thrive again
Swinging voters across the state
find their hearts ripped all asunder
’cos the realisation’s finally hit
“Oh shit, we’ve made a big blunder.
Campbell thinks there’s two Queenslands
There’s Brisbane, then there’s the bush
but he’s shown he cares for only one
Next time he’ll be out on his tush.
Meantime we’re stuck with Campbell now
in his own mind he’s first class
And when he bends to touch his toes
He thinks the sun shines out his arse.
©eoin macdhugail - December 2012
Our state is run by Campbell now
Or is it Jeffery Seeney
Or maybe Tim the treasurer
Either way, they’re all meanies.
Now Campbell is a little runt
Or a word that rhymes with that
He’s losing blokes to Bob Katter’s crew
You know, those fellas in white hats
In party rooms there’ll be no dissent
on that he will not budge
so for speaking out one day
he kicked out poor Carl Judge
They grifted in Roz Bate’s boy Ben
Goes by the name of Gommers
then the fan got hit, by all that shit
The appointment a nepotism bummer
Ben’s boss, too, was an old LNP mate
Caltabiano, first name Michael
told some porkies, so he was “urged”
to hide away from the media cycle
Matters got worse with the lobbying done
by the son of Moggill’s Bruce Flegg
to his dismay, dad opened his mouth
And found room for another leg.
Then Alex Douglas, a local bloke
said the party’s not worth havin’
but what can you expect, I guess,
When your electorate is called Gaven.
Country boy Ray also jumped ship
Said Seeney: “Mate, he’s no loss”
But third day in with white-hatted mates
Hopper took over as their new boss
Ego clashes and grumbling, got too much
so with his millions out bailed Clive
Back-room Libs think they’ve got their wish
To stand alone, soon to thrive again
Swinging voters across the state
find their hearts ripped all asunder
’cos the realisation’s finally hit
“Oh shit, we’ve made a big blunder.
Campbell thinks there’s two Queenslands
There’s Brisbane, then there’s the bush
but he’s shown he cares for only one
Next time he’ll be out on his tush.
Meantime we’re stuck with Campbell now
in his own mind he’s first class
And when he bends to touch his toes
He thinks the sun shines out his arse.
©eoin macdhugail - December 2012
