I wasn’t left, but I was left bereft: A poem 

I wouldn’t spike a dyke 

But she is not what I could like 

And Penny Wong, your blatant song 

is all so very, very wrong 

Jim Chalmers, do you have any charm? 

You’re so cocksure as if you have an extra arm 

And Richard Marles thinks he knows defence 

Between UK and China, does it make any sense? 

Did you even think that God loves Labor? 

The left always has an evil cleft 

You can be assured I’d rather be a mess 

because I made Labor win under duress 

I didn’t want to press the button for Dutton 

And I know who was behind the Aries pattern 

God and I are patient. We know the bull, and know the wool 

And I am sublime, but I am no fool 

And I have no wish to love fish 

But my Jashmina was my soul-felt wish 

There’s so much sacrifice in my dish 

Because all Prakash, the devil, wants to do is eat and relish