Scarborough poet waxes lyrical about Australian politics.

OUCH! Stung by a March fly and in the middle of September too.

Damn little devil probably feasted on a March hare somewhere.

That would explain everything.

Speaking of, my little “passing parade” poet is watching the endless procession.

I refuse to comment…

Unity, solidarity, loyalty that sticks,

Moral fabric stiffer than starch?

In the realm of Aussie politics,

Every day is “The Ides of March”.

KIM BARRY, Scarborough.