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Poetry, Australasia, Australia
Untitled.
By Maurice Fairfield.
There's a whisper and it's rising to a mutter
There's a mutter and it's growing to a growl
And the growl is getting louder
And the one's who chant it prouder
And the growl is building up into a howl
And the howl is one of rage
And it's written on the page
Of the faces of the people
Who are marching in the street
And the rhythm of the tramping
of a million marching feet
And the beat that they are stamping
Is "Howard can be beat."
You'll here it from the mothers and the babies
You'll hear it from the oldies and the kids.
And every teenage boozer as she sinks her Vodka cruiser
Knows that Howard is a loser and that Howard's on the skids.
That bright amusing fellow
Who we know as Pete Costello
Has the measure of his master
And his heart is beating faster
As he hears the voters yawning
And he feels his day is dawning
He feels the moment coming that will make his life complete
"We did but see him passing by". Howard can be beat.


Copyright © Maurice Fairfield 2004




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