O Barnaby, Barnaby !
Sent to the back bench
Abandoned, discarded by your party
Mc Cormack is the new poster boy
Hoping this will bring him joy
The heat was too much for you
One had only to see your Beetroot face
On top one day, on your arse the next
Typical of political karma, really
But Barnaby, human frailty
Being so common
Nobody cared that much
To know who you bedded
But suddenly it became
Rather when you bonked
Your new lady
My advice to you is
In those affairs
It is best to keep it private
Too late it seems!
If doubts have been laid
On your paternity claims
It only revealed your bastardy
Towards that lady.
My second advice
Might save you some dough
Like Abbott before
Go for a test
Your reputation is in tatters
You can't do worse!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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