allthumbs June 25, 2012 at 11:55 am
Welcoming remarks, minuted at a meeting of the board of Fairfax.
If I were a man I’d swear by long hand on cock
But being of womanly ways, I swear my oath on ore and rock
To remove a trillion tons of Dreamtime’s best
And fulfill the dreams and prophecy, the superiority of the West.
With a Moon of iron in the ground and like measure in my soul
I will draw the magnetic needle from North to West
And a Nation’s people of their inheritance, their common wealth, divest.
I hear their plaintive cries, their protests, their oafish, egalitarian views,
But I shall bend their wills and change their minds,
I will provide them with their news.
And Clive and I will retaliate, with new technology and procreate,
A new family of Iron men and Bauxite women!
We shall have Lycra costumes made, with capes and masks and colours bold,
And we shall deliver serfdom and penury, a Titanic economy for young and old.
But justice is served, true nature celebrated, we have made our pitch,
It is more efficient and somewhat tastier, to eat the poor, than eat the rich.
gerard oosterman June 25, 2012 at 12:50 pm
When viewing Gina’s girth
Might contemplate a wider berth
Pretend a post coital nap, my advice
Or risk, blue murder by thunder thighs
You lay there, scared of her inner core
While she just dreams of endless ore
No poetry amongst material gain
More beauty in a house of rain.
hudsongodfrey June 25, 2012 at 5:37 pm
Limericks probably don’t count, but…
Gina who wants to buy Fairfax
Is not one for paying a fair tax
Both Palmer and her
Will dig evermore
While deniers substitute their facts.
johnsalmond June 25, 2012 at 6:28 pm
[This is for the 1pc everywhere]
I am the living god
I am Hancock’s Spawn.
You squeaking and scampering race of Men,
Mishapen mice around my mighty feet,
Beware my wrath.
There’s only so much nonsense I’ll put up with from the blind, ignorant and moneyless masses who understand not the awful might, the refulgent beauty, the sounding wisdom of endlessly multiplying dollars, pouring from the bowels of my Father’s earth, bequeathed by Him to me, who am His perfected essence: supreme, lone, glorious.
Await my further instructions.
steve dash June 26, 2012 at 1:53 pm
Gina oh Gina Dad’s prophecy came true
You thought it was all for you
It was really for the kids and theirs
But he sadly produced a heartless heir
A rosebud folly for daughter to rue
Has shaped a monster true and true