The wheels fell off the kart
And all the children, they could see
To get the damn thing going again
Reattaching them was the key.
So, they went and asked the Greens
To help them fix their bender,
But the Green idea of fixing the kart
Was to turn it transgender.
But all we really need to do
Is reattach the wheels
How is putting our kart in a dress
Going to give us our fast feels?
‘Here’s the solution,’ SHY did cry
Producing a brush and spillage,
‘Put it on a boat and paint it red
To wipe out its white privilege.’
‘O you silly children,’
Di Natale did say
‘Just shut down all those evil coal mines
And you’ll soon be on your way.’
So the children went to Turnbull
A Pee Em of no note,
But all Lord Waffles had to offer
Was another postal vote.
They made their way to Shorten
Who filled them full of dread,
So late one day, on their weary way
They steamed into our XYZ.
They asked the Great Grand Poobah,
One David Hiscox Esquire,
Please sir can you help us?
Can you fix our tyre?
So the Poobah summoned Rosas
Jael, Matty and Moses,
Who fixed their wheels and realigned their keels.
And what did they do, do you supposes?
Well, the rest is history,
They skewered the left’s mystery
And armed with the truth, they fought nail and tooth
To end all Marxist existory!
Photo by Falcon_33 
