A TOUR DE FARCE

A TOUR DE FARCE
a poem by Phyl Lobl March 2007

I’d like to see the Barrier Reef and Lake Eyre in full flood,
I’d like to see the Back O' Bourke and so would Mr Rudd.

The Back O' Burke is pretty big, the mud there black and thick,
And when its thrown at anyone, be sure such mud could stick.

Mud that oozes, you cannot grab it, once its oiled and stirred by Abbot
And fired off by that other fellow, what’s his name? Oh yes, Costello.

Abbot and Costello, pit bulls with poison feelers
No need to call the other dogs the Peter Reith Rottweilers.

These two chew reputations beyond all recognition
They’ll have their fun, score grubby points, ‘gainst those in opposition.

‘Tell the truth’ says Honest John, putting Kevin on the spot
But could Johnny recognise the truth ? On evidence ...... could not.

Back to Burke, it seems to me Burke has more front than back,
With dead-ends,side-tracks, fashion flaws but friends he doesn’t lack.

Yes the Wild West is truly named, poor Rudd’s been burnt & how,
He’s no longer bright and shiny, but ..... he seems more normal now.