On Feathertop Mountain
(to be sung as a Tom Waits dirge)
He must have thought it, well, ironic
The Minister for iconic
Attractions and state water
That perhaps he shouldn’t oughta
Die upon a mountain rough
Midst megalitres of the stuffSo acting like a trooper
This cold and lonely grouper
Made the presser of his life
For the choppers flying byDid he think of life incomplete, the
cause unwon, the strife, his wife?
No his thoughts turned bitter, sweeter
To a gal named Margarita
Tim Holding dreamed of pizza piePizza pie
Pizza pie
As he lay down to die
He was dreaming pizza piePatrick Henry pondered death, liberty
MLK of one day being free
But when a flak ex-of-Unity
Has the slightest opportunity
It’s not Jerusalem he will espy
Is that orb, red, greasy, gleaming
The face of Senator David Feeney
Hanging in the midst of his mind’s eye?No as eternity comes closer
It’s a large capricciosa
Thus swoon the DLP when they’re about to dieWhile others think of lovers
Causes, triumphs, children, mothers
For the right it’s all about the pizza piePizza pie pizza pie
It’s all about the pizza pie
Let us bless the
Holy puttanesca
Thinking only
Of a large quattro stagoni
It’s all about the pizza pie
weren’t you recently bagging Clive James for abusing his position in the media to publish his dodgy doggerel?
You’re my Coney Island baby, Guy. Ugh.
Mountaineering A01-take an ice axe and know how to do an emergency arrest manoeuvre. Really it’s the first thing they teach you on ice and snow.
Did the coddled big media presser even ask him about an ice axe? Was he carrying one? Did he know how to arrest a slide?
Hear that? It’s South Islanders in NZ and quite a few Tasmanians scoffing in their weeties at the so called fitness fanatic with tbe judgement bypass.