Helen Clark ponders alone in despair
Her dearest dream’s turned into a nightmare
She thought she was popular and competent too,
But now she’s stuck knee deep in donkey do.
She ruled as PM which is what she desired
If anyone threatened her then they were fired
Ruth and Leanne were stood down when they failed
She couldn’t risk having her plans derailed.
Dover Samuels went fast and didn’t return
He was left on the back bench his lesson to learn
Phillida Bunkle, Marion Hobbs too
Were cast out from cabinet on their sins to stew.
She stood by BP when the first mud was thrown
But lest some spattered her, he was out on his own.
David Parker had a whoopsy so she dropped him fast
But let him come back when the danger had passed.
Phillip Field’s another who got into trouble
And eventually she left him alone in the rubble.
It took her a while, perhaps she was slow
But when polls started falling he had to go.
Harry Duynhoven, was another who went
And John Tamihere was forced to repent.
The message was clear: you falter – you fall
You’re out of cabinet if you drop the ball.
But she stuck with Peters through good times and bad,
Though many’s the day he’s driven her mad.
She put up with his bluster and held her tongue
When often she wished that he could be hung.
She draped him with baubles and stoked up his pride,
And accepted his word that he’d never lied.
Allegations have swirled but she stood aloof
Not trying too hard to seek out the truth.
But as the dirt that was thrown began to stick
She wanted him gone lickety split.
When all else had failed she at last told him “go”
But when you look at the facts, ‘twas only a show,
Portfolios passed over, the hard work he shirks.
But he’s still a Minister and keeps all the perks
Whatever was said only those two can tell,
But something has got a strong fishy smell.
Corruption’s a strong word, but something’s not right
As conflicting evidence comes into light.
And clinging to power is not without cost
Clark’s paid for it now with credibility lost.
Any day soon she’ll set a date
And voters will have in their hands her fate.
There’s still a faint chance they’ll buy her spin
And give her enough votes the election to win.
But win it or lose it one thing’s for sure
She and Winston are deep in manure.
John Key’s in the right and he’s standing strong
While Helen and Winston are left in the wrong.
And perhaps looking back she’ll see her mistake
In letting him of so many baubles partake.
If you sup with the devil it’s something you’ll rue
Especially if he’s supping a rotten fish stew.