Ultra Just Poetry

Just poetry.

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The randy Duke of York

Oh, the randy Duke of York He had ten thousand girls He broke it off with Jeff Epstein Then gave 't another whirl And then the gig was up Caught with his pants down And all that England got from him Was a season of The Crown

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Maybe

Maybe rainy Maybe cloudy, windy and cold. May I turn on the heater? May!

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Kelly Lane

Kelly Lane you are the face in all the photographs. Not all the men you’ve had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come are foes. They won’t let you go

In the court there is a lawyer with a dodgy past. And other lawyers laugh at him behind his back. And your lover never wears a mac; A repeated stain, very strange.

Kelly Lane is in for years, is in for lies. Longs for Manly’s blue/green sea and skies. She sits, and while her hack Says Kelly Lane, she was a fire-brand figured hourglass, And in his pocket is a medal from the Queen. She likes to give her babes away clean, A gift machine.

Kelly Lane is in for years, is in for lies. Just fishy stories or pork pies. In summer, some years back Behind the shelter, at the beach and in a Balmain flat The pretty lass was getting happy for a day. And though she feels as if it’s all foul play, It is anyway.

But Kelly Lane the giver gave another baby up. We see the taker taking Tegan for his own. The social worker rushes in To start endless pain- very strange.

Kelly Lane is in for years, is in for lies While the bloke and Bub forever hide, She sits, with prison pack. Kelly Lane is in for years, is in for lies. Longs for Manly’s blue/green sea and skies. Kelly Lane!

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The Sheik's sixth sheep's sick

They ship sheep to the Sheiks But the Sheik’s sheep get sick. Twenty six hundred sheep dead in sheep shit. Not ship-shape; sheep shippers are up shit creek

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Silent Night

Violent night Crystal night Manus isle Rights defile Round on stateless motherless childs Australian rule so savage and wild Smash the place to pieces Smash the place to pieces Violent night Of the far right Dutton Snubs Their poor plight Fury streams from Canberra J'accuse says UNHCR Australia keeping the peace Australia keeping the peace

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Barnaby Joyce the Kiwi

Who's that crossing o'er the floor? Who's that crossing o'er the floor? Who's that crossing o'er the floor? Nineteen times 'gainst Howard It's senator Joyce Who leant his voice Saying no abortions allowed Who's the deputy PM now? Who bagged China in the Cubby row? Who wanted to milk the Antarctica cow? Said the Nationals' bees knees. Pistol and Boo Are gunning for you Now Barnaby Joyce the Kiwi

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Wimbledon

Underwear must be white or go bra free The wobblers of Wimbledon tennis are we. Making us use white pants; cruel to be kind. England can't bear that some folks have behinds.

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American and Australian English

Kansas, Arkansas, Goonoo Goonoo. Spell it one way, Pronounce it two.

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Married Lifel

Gunna go to Goonoo Goonoo; P'raps Mel was gunna go too. Asked her along, “You said it wrong.” Never heard such a hullabaloo!

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Edge of the rules

One bad apple reaps what it's sown. Shut off from honour; the first of a bunch. They're good in spots but they should have known That paying no tax is like a free lunch

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Men in Suits

The poplars still have their strange fruit; Baton Rouge, Minnesota, "Don't shoot". Bush and Obama's meet cute Won't stop folk from staying mute.

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Fell Pell?

Pell's unwell. Something smells. Tim Minchin tells The story well.

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Adam and Evil

He’s not an All Black But he’s a tall, black, Brownlow medalist, Not some pederast; Why do Australians boo?

Now David Jones has Adam Goodes’ face The flannie brigade threatens shopping by race. VB mob’s behaviour; outrageous. DJ’s behaviour; courageous. Good old Goodes’ is too.

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Where the streets have no trains

I have to run. I cannot ride. They went and tore up the rails And told me it's right. We lost the beach route And buses came To the streets with no trains. I want to feel Beach sun on my face. I see that through train Disappear without trace. I'm in a bus shelter Gone the missing train, Where the streets have no trains, D'velopers have no reins, Councillors have no brains. We're still building Then tearing up tracks, Tearing up tracks. And when I go there, I reach Hamilton. As far I can go. The city's a dud And our steel turns to rust. We're beaten by pols and big biz. Trampled into dust. I'll show you a place On Newcastle's main Where the streets have no trains, D'velopers have no reins, Councillors have no brains. Still building Then ripping up tracks Ripping up tracks Goal: to Newcastle. It's farcical To Hamilton go.

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Schapelle, building on anon's first verse

My name is Schapelle My sister’s Mercedes And this is what happens When Bogans have babies

The camel’s a decoy I’m really a mule But my real problem Is my Dad’s a tool

He ripped off his dealers Like he shouldn’t ought'a They shopped him to Bali But busted his daughter

The judges said twenty Or dob in your father Cos you didn’t pay us Which we’d really rather

I could have done better I could have done worse I’m on home detention Not home in a hearse

The Ants Pants model Got done for some eccies Was Muslim by tea time And home for brekkie

Pop Rush dobbed his son Into Austrabokan Nine guilty, two shot; Chan and Sukamaran

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Song of Tony Abbott

I think that I shall never find A wind farm lovely as a mine. Indeed unless the wind farms stall I'll never find a mine at all.

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Waiting

Scott Scott Morrison Morrison Migration ministry Locked up Many children Though some were only three. Scott Scott said to his kids “Kids” he said, said he, “You must stay in the pound Not visit our towns. Your mothers came here by sea!

Scott Scott Morrison’s kids Terribly sad they be. They’d love A school like others’ Frolicking, childish, free. Scott Scott’s children warn others Not to have parents who flee. So others won’t drown Nor set foot on our ground, Examples they must be.