Kev's Ute
© Copyright 2009 Craig Nelson
Kevin has a ute.
What does Malcolm drive,
A roller, a beamer,
Or take a taxi ride?
I thought they had Com-cars,
With drivers 24-7,
But, it seems, to have a ute
Is a liberal notion of heaven.
The richest man in parliament
Versus one with the richest wife,
If Malcolm doesn't have a ute,
He hasn't had a life.
A touch of Aussie envy
From an eastern suburbs swell?
Even if he had a ute,
Could he drive it well?
Imagine either of them
Sculling rum until they fall
Into swags, in the tray of the ute,
At a bachelor and spinsters' ball.
Throwing doughnuts in a paddock,
With 15 mates aboard,
Spotting for kangaroos,
Because that's what utes are for.
For awhile, I thought them real blokes,
Despite impressions from afar -
They used a week of question time
To debate the merits of a car.
Then, upon reflection,
I made a pretty harsh call:
Kevin's ute is a Mazda -
Nothin' Australian in that at all.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
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Lead us to a point, then drop us back into reality with a laugh as usual
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