Baa, baa Wagga sheep, have you any brains-
Yes Sir, yes Sir, three thimbles full;
Two for re-election, half for my claims:
And a half one for aviation- a’goin down the drain.
A pub poem - for them as likes children’s verse. Tonight, in the stable workshop, the campaign to unseat McDoNowt begins. We just cannot afford or tolerate another half assed journalist trying to pretend we don’t exist, contribute; or, get him safely from A – B, despite CASA ruling the aviation world and him hiding his ignorance and indifference behind the words of the lowest form of human life.
TILT – game over – end of. It's official now, I'm cranky.
Yes Sir, yes Sir, three thimbles full;
Two for re-election, half for my claims:
And a half one for aviation- a’goin down the drain.
A pub poem - for them as likes children’s verse. Tonight, in the stable workshop, the campaign to unseat McDoNowt begins. We just cannot afford or tolerate another half assed journalist trying to pretend we don’t exist, contribute; or, get him safely from A – B, despite CASA ruling the aviation world and him hiding his ignorance and indifference behind the words of the lowest form of human life.
TILT – game over – end of. It's official now, I'm cranky.