BEASTLY TALES

A STAB IN THE BACK

A stab in the back, while they spit in your face.
Such a treacherous action, a real disgrace.
As it is anatomically impossible to simultaneously do both,
To effect such a juxtaposition, one should be most loathe.

Alex Shitterdon sought his last refuge,
In politics, where he could command a salary huge.
Being a scoundrel, through and through,
He was readily welcomed, without much ado.
“I wanted to be a Bank Manager,” he would fondly say,
“But they said I was too honest, mature, old and grey.”
Candidate Shitterdon ran for the seat of Bluddywallah,
He ran on false rhetoric, he was not a scholar.
He called a Cuspider, a bloody Spittoon,
Not wishing to be ear-marked an ignorant loon.
His platform, “Free Beer for all,”
Ensured his election, with rapid recall.
For he hadn’t thought through, just how he’d pay,
To enable his promise to be funded today.
“Never mind, election promises are rarely kept,”
“In fact to keep one, one might be considered inept.”
“Toodle-oo! I’m on a fact finding mission,”
“All will be sorted through political attrition!”