It’s a Dagg Place in the Horrorwhenua
By Judith Bryers Holloway ( former primary school teacher to the Dagg family)
I found this poem stuck under my doormat. I’m pretty sure Mr Trevor Dagg, oldest son of Fred, won’t mind if others read it and sing it. I think he just wants to feel he’s ‘doing something to stop the rot’. He’s very like his dad in that way.
Trev’s a recent HDC Councillor — and he actually sings it after a few mournful beers.
I do know he’s pretty concerned about the stuff going on in his home town of Levin with all those Lefties and Greenies and Winnie-ites trying to shove their crap down people’s throats.
Here’s his ode:
By Mr T Dagg
‘We coulda made a movie of Levin
What a cracker town it is to live in
Plenty of blokes’ve made plenty of bucks
Outta wink-wink- nudge and a coupla trucks
What you had to do was get elected
And shut your mouth if your mate was detected
Pulling a swifty with emails or dough
Or dishing out favours to Tom, Dick or Joe
You just kept your trap shut and went with the flow
They’d give you the nod to say ‘Yes’ or ‘No’
You just remembered: all stick together
Covering arse in all sorts of weather
You’d read the notes and turn up to meetings
(A bit of a bugger – those nutcases bleating)
The fifty thou – not a bad hourly rate –
Puts a goodly load of food on the plate ….
But wouldn’t you know!? – it’s come to an end
The new bloody mayor is quite round the bend
He’s come over pure like the bloody snow
He’s Leftie and Greenie and bloody Fair Go
If we don’t watch out, they’ll get rid of Guy!
We’ll get Winnie or Labour!
Makes ya cry!’