For Real Toads: she wants me to what??

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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

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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

what will be in his next bill.

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

cross fragile ecosystems,

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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Over at the 

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,

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.