| "Comrade Lennon" | |
| Comrade Lennon is a wonderful bloke who never ever tells a lie; occasionally lucripetously, a paradiastolic guy. Lennon's made Tassy a glorious place: the best of all possible States. So what that he courts the crookedest sorts and always gives jobs to his mates? I'd love to vote for that marvellous chap who has nought but good in his heart; for I see in him a shrine to St. Jim, paragon of virtue and art. Lennon's the number one man: I'd vote for him if I could; he's great at funding his friends, and making politicians look good. Very few know: he can kill with one look; he once had a goat for a wife; a lot of his time is spent fighting crime; he can bring dead pets back to life. Comrade Lennon is an elegant dude when wearing his salmon-pink frocks; and, late in the night, he loves to delight the fishermen down at the docks. Lennon's a beautiful man: I'd vote for him if I could; he does the best that he can at making other pollies look good. Few are aware he leads tours through the bush dressed in a bright gabardine cloak, and once, years ago, all covered in snow, he married Bob Brown for a joke. Comrade Lennon is a wonderful cove who very rarely winks an eye (though now and again the gruffest of men): he's a pachydermatous guy. Lennon's the number one man: I'd vote for him if I could; he's great at paying his pals and making other pollies look good. Lennon's a beautiful man: I'd vote for him if I could; he does the best that he can at making politicians look good. | |