I love the federal government
I love our Prime Minister—
he never explains his movements
especially when they’re sinister!
it’s like a mystery movie
or even a horror one
we never know just what he’ll do
until the deed is done—
waiting to see what he’s up to
is always so much fun!
On Hallowe’en he flew around
in a taxpayer-funded jet
with Wifey following on her broom
and she hasn’t caught up yet!
forgive me, perhaps I shouldn’t
malign that poor sweet lady
who fosters baby kittens,
and smiles when her husband’s shady,
she might not know just what he does
up there on Parliament Hill —
leaders of other parties don’t know
I just love the way he thinks
of war and global warming:
believes in one but not the next,
thinks there is no harm in
oil sands, and pipelines that
he believes the scientists
are really only bitchin’...
you gotta love a man who thinks
that he’s the king of the castle
and doesn’t want other opinions
because they’re too much hassle.
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Fireblossom has asked us to lie in a poem. Tell falsehoods, not the truth? Moi?
Although lying is something I no longer do, (it's easier to tell the truth because I don't have to try to remember what I said) I did think it might be fun to give this prompt a try, and I was right, it was a giggle. Abandoning all poetical rules and forms, I just went for it, remembering how easy lying was, back in The Bad Old Days.
However, I have to say there is one part that is not a lie.
Mrs. Prime Minister Harper really does foster kittens, perhaps for photo ops to boost her ratings in the polls, and perhaps because kittens really are awfully cute. It is not for me to say.