Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007...1:21 pm

Election prediction haiku!

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The mainstream, waiting -

No baseball bat for you, but

they clutch a gold watch.

No bugger ever takes me up on it, but I’d love to see some election haikus in the comments.

Updated: OK, I take that back.

55 Comments

  • The voters wait, five weeks
    the polls go up, and down
    the result, unclear.

  • Or more hopefully,

    Kevin is ready
    The electorate will vote -
    It is now the time

  • Howard waits with nerves
    the axe hangs above his head
    just wait til it falls

  • Oh, Good On You, Rebekka!

  • Sorry, this is just way too much fun!

    On election night
    doing the victory dance
    the True Believers

  • Or:

    On election night
    Crying, he concedes defeat
    Rodent slinks away

  • My heart is yearning
    to see Fraser ride again -
    I want chin wobble!

  • a tax policy -
    another tax policy -
    cleared throats, debate starts

  • walking by my lake
    a man shouts, “bloody arsehole!”
    bowed shoulders, sad face.

  • new! education
    revolution will have no
    lists of toff losers

  • A cynic writes the following, which is based on the University’s motto (that’s USyd. What, there’s another one?):

    Spring flowers blossom
    a new hope of leadership:
    Same shit, different stars.

    This fulfills all the requirements of modern haiku: Seasonal reference, 5-7-5; and a disconnect between two parts, but both parts inform the other.

    Haiku is easy. Limericks are the true art form, and I continue the Spring theme:

    On Sunday, I was my flowers tending
    When I heard promised tax-powered spending:
    But in the debate with Rudd
    Ratty fell with a thud
    Could this really be Howard’s Ending?

    No, really, you’re too kind.

  • I always thought a limerick had to start with there was a young/old man/woman/etc from location x.

    Such as:
    There was an old rodent from Kirribilli
    His policies were ridiculously silly
    While running against Kevin
    He will lose in 07
    And cry like he rubbed his eyes with chili

  • Naw. The beat and the rhyme and silliness are the important things. I could put this comment in a limerick but then I wouldn’t get any work done.

  • The treasurer from down in Higgins
    (That sly one who breakfasts on kittens)
    Say’s Labour has fudged it
    and stuffed up their budget
    A fib he constantly embiggens

  • Now that, Zoe, is brilliant. Breakfasts on kittens.

    *snorts*
    *writes and authorises letter to electorate about local member’s breakfast habits*
    *defends letter to John Faine and denys being muppet of ALP head office*

  • how this wait drags on
    the rodent will be gone soon
    but not soon enough

  • A Senator for New South Wales
    Bill Heffernan derides and details
    the foibles of those
    who get up his nose
    I’d like to remove his entrails.

  • Repeat after me -

    “A cunning politician”

    Good to be with you

  • A rodent from old Kirribilli
    Made promises increasingly silly
    In electorates marginal
    Demographics, target ‘em all
    Purses and wallets are fill-y.

    Sorry, I’m supposed to be cooking dinner, will do better later (I hope).

  • I stopped concentrating at ‘breakfasts on kittens’

    stomach

    muscles

    hurt

  • We all hold our breath,
    Daring not to think too hard,
    Wishing for the change.

  • Is a change coming?
    I go between hope and fear
    Just like spring rain, yes.

    It’s a Brisbane haiku (and my first, btw).

  • A red-headed lassie from Lalor
    Sounds like she grew up in a trailor
    But her policies have bite
    And she’s ready to fight
    So the Liberal Party can’t nail ‘er

  • Updated: OK, I take that back.

    HAHAHAHA!!

    And it seems that I was right about the superiority of ye limerick, too.

  • The vital qualities of a limerick are a) scansion, and b) filth. Thus:

    The worm is a preference tracker,
    Side-to-side, it goes forward-and-backer.
    The PM can’t dodge it,
    When the people say “Lodge it,
    Vertically, up this candidate’s clacker”.

    Say that five times fast.

  • Ah, but the filth has to be in the mind:

    An attractive young lady from Bude
    Went for a swim in a lake
    A bloke in a punt
    Stuck his oar in her ear
    And said “You can’t swim here, it’s private”.

  • Mmmm, smutty. Let’s lower the tone a bit more.

    The Treasurer’s recommendation
    For the financial health of the nation,
    Was: “A third kiddie, please;
    Ladies, open your knees,
    And stop that left-wing masturbation”.

  • I laugh and not cry
    At your choice between two clones
    Why? I’m a Kiwi.

    (just think you guys might be getting your hopes up a little too much…)

  • OK, easing up on the dirtiness now.

    It’s true that campaigning’s a breeze,
    The Greens just bang on about trees,
    The Liberals squawk,
    The Nats hand out pork,
    And the ALP eases the squeeze.

  • We patriots know
    Kiwis have few clues about
    K-Rudd; only sheep.

  • PS Just think that perhaps you’re not paying enough attention to the detail - saying sorry to the Aborigines, a referendum on four-year terms and a ban on government advertising for three months before the fixed election date, an actual climate-change policy, more money for education and childcare and lovely details like Medicare provider numbers for midwives so that women have genuine choices about maternity care are not insignificant, and are a pretty clear differentiator between Rudd and Howard. Also, Rudd less icky and has better taste in ties.

    I suppose being a New Zealander it’s not so important to you, given you won’t be voting.

  • Should have known better
    After years of troll-face dude
    Not to mock their hopes

  • Aussies miss the mark
    We converted years ago
    To dairy cattle

  • I have to live here too so yep, it matters to me. I just hope that the following prediction isn’t borne out:

    http://www.smh.com.au/news/opinion/a-smarter-vision-for-the-future-not-ruddy-likely/2007/10/23/1192941064156.html

    I think it should be a worry for you lot too, and not glossed over in the urgent ousting of Troll-face.

  • Very poor scansion in that last comment. Kills the lolz, don’t you think?

  • to choose between the
    parties’ dirty politics
    is hard, but tell me

    is Ben Cousins in
    the running, I am sure he
    does party harder

  • PM Ben Cousins
    Unique plan for climate change
    No one wears a shirt

  • It’s tough to make limericks scan,
    It helps when it rhymes, if you can.
    But should your verse fail,
    Leave the sting for the tail:
    You fucking filthy tax-eating denialist commie cunt!!!!!!

  • Perhaps this might help Liam.

  • Expectant with glee
    Bennelong will do it right
    Kick him in the teeth

  • This one’s for you, Gordo:

    I saw this thread here yesterday,
    And knew he’d make his way.
    For he cannae resist,
    A poesical twist,
    In a political auto de fé.

  • Huh. Everybody expects a Spanish Inquisition, these days. To quote Brooks’ History of the World vol.1,

    Auto da fé? What’s an auto da fé? It’s what you oughtn’t to do but you do anyway…

    And my confession:

    Forgive me, Z, for all that smut,
    I thought I was being funny, but
    You really ought
    With no great thought
    To exercise your right to cut.

  • I’m still waiting for Part 2 to come out on DVD, LL Berray.

    We all think it’s beaut,
    That Liam’s smut’s so cute,
    For what he doesn’t know,
    That Zoe’s bound to show,
    Is that cunt is spelled cnut.

  • Yep, that was me Dad
    behind PJK* last night
    one more silver head

    *pbuh
    but I hope we prove him wrong
    with a sweeter prize

  • When asked to pen a haiku
    Kevin said “what, me too?”
    “John is real gone
    And his swansong
    Is basically a last chance to throw poo.”

    To which John Winston Howard replied
    “Whatever young red Kevin said, he lied
    Now here’s a core truth
    Rates won’t go through the roof
    But if they do, Costello’s the clown that cried.”

    Warm frisky spring wind
    Rattles windows and pushes scents
    Time to clean the house

  • Can I just nominate Aleeshar’s work at 23/10/07 2.36pm as the first haiku in history containing a hyperlink to the smh?

    That was classy.

  • Howard J is blue
    rampant is Antony Green
    the map turns to red

  • life was not meant to
    be easy my friend but it
    can be delightful

    (Apologies to GBS.)

  • Well!

    I haven’t had that much fun reading a combox in months.

  • Dude, you’re famous.
    Some bigwig advertising guy was being interviewed by Virginia Vitriolic today on ABC702 on the role being played by Youtube, Myspace, blogs etc in the election and he mentioned you. I damn near crashed the car into the roundabout at the Mall as I thought I know her! I know Crazy Brave!

    So lame.

    And no haiku.

    Sorry about that.

  • for Liam

    The winds of change blow
    Either way, at 2am
    Tears into his beer

  • There was a young man/woman called/from —–
    Who had an enormous —–
    When asked “Is it —–?”
    She/He said “Yes, —- —-.”
    And then put/hit it with a —- in John Howard

  • Spring, and hot air gusts.
    More election promises -
    Vote the rodent out.

  • Meet the new boss,
    Same as the old boss.

    The Who, Won’t get fooled again.

  • Can’t believe I’ve not noticed this thread.

    A cunning old master of the stunt
    (Excuse me, my language is blunt)
    It’s curtains for Howard
    The mendacious coward
    We shall soon see the end of this clown

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