Much have I driven in Beechboro streets,
And many worstly prams and specials seen;
Round many Cocos’d gardens have I been
‘Fore ending it all in a Maccas seat.
But one registered lawn I had been told
That no-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
So I Jizzed quick to breathe its semi-green
And saw his fat face, decap’d, bleached and gold:
Then felt I like some stealer of the pies
When a new drug is offered free to Ben;
Or like fat Brian when with greedy eyes
He star’d at the lobbying — and all his men
Look’d at one another with meth-glazed eyes —
Silent, lest the CCC do listen.
The Worst of Perth 
Funny, at first i thought it was a cake.
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Lovely work DFoC. heh, silent, lest the ccc do listen.
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Ha, BB does resemble Homer. I don’t quite get ‘stealer of pies’ but last six lines are great.
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Edwina Nattrass.
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