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Don Franks: The Baring Of The Green

The Baring of the Green


A Poem By Don Franks

Post election, the National candidate
For Epsom sighed and did bemoan his fate

But not as much as Epsom Greeny Locke
Who'd promised to reveal before his flock

If Rodney Hide did ever win that seat
A post election natural Greeny treat

The whole of Keith ­ the barrel, lock and stock
The baring of, if not his soul, his brioche

And all that went before,
Running wild and free through Epsom, Keith, Bare Naked, In the Raw.

We got so little from this sad election farce
That anything was welcome later, even Keith Locke's arse

Alas ­ we were deprived!
For when reckoning day arrived

In body paint, sad smile and shoes and socks
And - UNDERPANTS - emerged the not so naked Locke

Lady Godiva must be turning in her unclad grave
But, tis a politician's way to thus behave

They promise bread and give us rock
They promise nudity and give us painted undied Locke

Keith could have learned from his Co leader how to bare
For just the day before, Rod Donald put it there

He called a meeting of employers, just to make it clear
that from the Greens they've bugger all to fear

No GE bottom line, polution, not a thing
Would stop the bosses pulling any string

The naked rule of market forces may
Continue if the Greenies get their way.

So while we may have missed the vital bit of Keith
To make up Rod has shed his party's last fig leaf.

ENDS

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