The Donald has been out Fox hunting.
The moguls (and minions) confronting.
He has run them to ground
And in doing so found
That their teeth, hence their bite, he is blunting.
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Desist German hussies! – you flirts!
You flaunted – you got your deserts!
Your flesh you were flashing!
We gave you a lashing
For wearing those brief miniskirts!
‘a fine noble fellow poor Kennedy was’ – Thomas Huxley
Through the swell and the spray on the twentieth day
Sailed the barque “Tam O’Shanter” that May,
And behind in her wake, the corvette “Rattlesnake”,
As they swept into Rockingham Bay.
Thirteen men the boats bore, and the stroke of each oar
Brought them on to that forbidding shore,
Where they set out to walk to the tip of Cape York –
All that lay in between to explore.
They were bushmen and tough and would brook no rebuff
As they conquered the rugged and rough
Ridges ragged and green, steep and split with ravine,
And descended each perilous bluff.
But soon rations grew short, with their strength the miles bought,
And with peril the enterprise fraught.
With their goal growing dim, faces hopeless and grim,
Dreams of glory were coming to naught.
Over hellish terrain, all done in, wracked with pain,
Struggling on with but honour to gain,
Ever northward they trekked, bodies starving and wrecked;
Now their struggle was clearly in vain.
From the swamps and the heat there would be no retreat,
And but two left to witness defeat.
One now close to his end – Jackey Jackey, his friend,
And the tragedy almost complete.
After such a cruel test where he gave of his best,
From a wild black, a spear pierced his breast.
Twenty miles from the cape, by the river – “Escape”,
Edmond Kennedy went to his rest.
The wondrous things Bill had seen:
The strange and the weird – the obscene.
Yet wide were his eyes
When those massive thighs
Were bared – turned his face, sickly green.
Her bolt-hole is in Paraguay;
She’ll be heading there any day.
Now the damage is done
She can bask in the sun,
Where there aren’t many Muslims – Ole!
Watch him hop, watch him jump, watch him run.
Drop a stump on the Donald – it’s fun.
With a huge hunk of wood
Knock him dead – hey it’s good!
Bloody murder…….but minus the gun.
He knew that it came from a horse,
So thought that this food was of course,
That bit, when he’s ridden,
The stallion keeps hidden,
But ready – for horse intercourse.
In Brisbane the dugs are a’swingin’.
Some, over their shoulders they’re slingin’.
They’re arriving in cars,
All without any bras,
And it’s: “Let’s free our nipples!” they’re singin’.