The drama in Canberra has inspired me to discover a long lost poem by one Mr William Shakespere.
Full fathom 5 my slipper lies:
Of his reputation cesspools are made:
Those little turds that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade:
But doth suffer a Party-change:
Into something stink and manged:
Press gallery hourly ring his knell:
Dong-Dong
Fark, now I hear them,– Dong-Dong, Taxi!!
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