Outrage Sunday 311 Ode to the Lord Mayor

Posted on September 10, 2017 by rottobloggo

Beat the cream until medium peaks form
Fold it firm into a heavenly curd
Some people hate those who surpass the norm
Avoid the journo who smells like a turd.
Whip the whites until they are stiff and shine
Great work is done in a chilled mixing bowl
Why do people want to take what is mine?
I’ve done heaps for my city, won the poll.
Add the juice, brandish the spoon, add the zest
Light but with a bite: doesn’t it scream Spring?!
I don’t stay in trash; in chains I’m the best
I have declared that I value my bling.
I’ve given Perth a sweet and sour tart
But they respond by ripping out my heart.

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8 Responses to Outrage Sunday 311 Ode to the Lord Mayor

  1. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:
    September 10, 2017 at 6:48 am

    We don’t deserve She-Ra. We should be grateful she deigns teh Pert with her presence.

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  2. Zuben says:
    September 10, 2017 at 10:29 am

    She ra — the tim winton of local politics

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  3. Zuben says:
    September 10, 2017 at 10:30 am

    … also , they are both ‘ blond(e) ‘

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  4. Michekle says:
    September 11, 2017 at 1:55 am

    Kkross withednel relative WHAT Went wrong there ed???
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  5. Zuben says:
    September 11, 2017 at 12:08 pm

    Female
    Pale
    Stale

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  6. john says:
    September 16, 2017 at 10:32 am

    wow – end of days all round

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  7. Andrew Markovs says:
    October 2, 2017 at 10:50 pm

    I’d like to read Tim Winton’s version of “The Dirty Girl”, a real look at Perth’s lowlife.

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