Monday 30 November 2015

the AbbottWock
Twas brillig and the Canberra drones
did gyre and gimbel on their thrones
all mimsy was the Bronwyn
 and the Pilbersek Outgrabe

Beware the Abbottwock my son!
The jaws that lie! the claws that scratch!
And escape the frumious Mirandasnatch 
He took his Caucus sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in bullish thought he stood,
      The JAbbottWock, with eyes of flame,
Came soundbiting through the media wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The caucus blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and  its head
      He threw to the  media pack.

“And hast thou slain the Abbottwok?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
The Polls chortled in their  joy.

Twas brillig and the Canberra drones
did gyre and gimbel on their thrones
all mimsy was the Bronwyn
 and the Pilbersek Outgrabe

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