A Public Private Partnership
(By Bruno)and Don enquired,
“Prime Minister –
could you stop in Epsom
for a cunning cup of tea?”
The PM answered, “Certainly,
I’d love to help out Banksie
and we need a fascist partner
to make us Nats look nice and twee.”
Don said, “Seig Heil”, saluted
and went to phone up Banksie:
“I’ve told John Key to meet you
for a public cup of tea.
You’re crapping out in Epsom
and the polls are looking shaky.
We must show we’re not old greedies,
but the new noblesse oblige.”
Banksie just said, “Golly!”
and went to tell his Mrs:
“Don’s persuaded National
to exploit MMP.
It was good enough for Rodney;
it’s a Dunne deal in Ohariu.
The system’s ripe for rorting,
so why can’t it work for me?”
His wife said, “Bother!”
and went to lay his suit out.
She found a tie to match it
and polished up his shoes.
“No-one,” she said,
“could call me a fussy moo,
but I wish you’d quit the party –
all you ever do is lose!”
Banksie just said, “There, there…”
and went to book a table.
He knew he couldn’t win the seat
if Goldsmith got the nod.
Politics is perfect for a chap
who’s hoarded millions.
Public life’s the perfect calling
for the rich and fey … and odd.
The PM found the coffee shop
and sat down with the candidate.
Merrily they chatted
with the press kept at arm’s length.
The PM mocked poor Banksie
and his self-deluded leader.
He contrasted their performance
in the polls with National’s depth.
The two toffs chatted blandly
about such whys and wherefores.
Then prepared themselves for photos
once they’d paid the bill and gone.
But in doing so they noticed
a small bag upon a table
that contained a sound recorder
‘accidentally’ left on.
So now the PM’s livid
and reaching for his lawyers.
Banksie’s looking baffled
and Brash is looking pained.
While the internet is waiting
for a leak to Mr “Whale Oil”
and their storm within a teacup
may yet be Winston’s gain.
Bruno 11/2011