We Three Dinks of Ottawa Are

We three dinks of Ottawa are,
Promising gifts we bond from afar,
A pox on Harper,
We’ll be sharper
If you put us in charge
Here comes Stephen with Michelle,
The rogue’s prorogued us all to hell
The doors are locked,
And we’ve been BLOC’d
Until the New Year rings its bell
Now it’s time for us to go
Back into our slimy holes
As for Harper,
He’s just starkers,
Wearing the King’s new clothes…
copyright r.b.franklin 05/12/08
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