There once was a man called Tony
Who pretended not to be a phoney
He had a creepy laugh
Was the king of his staff
Until they realised he spoke baloney
Your own party decided, Tony. It’s off with yer head! Whatever will we do without you as our Minister for Women? Who will tell us women that our virginity is the greatest gift we can give to our husbands? Or that repealing the carbon tax was the greatest thing for women because we balance the household finances? Or that we should be doing the ironing?
Without you to govern us, Tony, we women could get well and truly out of control. I mean, we could even consider running for parliament. Shock, horror! Or just forgoing the ironing and having pre-marital sex with our boyfriends. We will no longer have a moral compass by which we can judge our actions. How are we going to cope thinking for ourselves, Tony?
I guess we have to start somewhere.
On a serious note though, I feel ashamed to have had 5 Prime Ministers in such quick succession. I’m sure we must be the laughing stock of the world. I’ll say this about Turnbull — he is charismatic and intelligent and doesn’t come across as a bumbling fool. But in the end, for me, they are all in the same boat. There is nobody truly worthy of a vote. In the end, the vote boils down to the lesser of the evils. And that in itself, is a sad situation.
To end on a high, here’s some things of Tony we will truly miss!
Until next time,