The Ode to Fluffy

 

Fluffy Duffy, sat in the House

Fluffy Duffy, was a real louse.

Trying to figure, “Where is his home?”

On taxpayers’ money, he continued to roam.

 

Wheeling and dealing, like Wallin and Mack

But all of a sudden, he seemed to lose track.

Of how much he took, and where it all went

Said he had no idea, how it got spent.

 

So back to the trough, to try to get more

Said to his wife, “We’ll never be poor”.

The rules are unclear, and colleagues so dumb

From PEI, I’ll tell them I’m from.

 

Two principal homes, he claimed to possess

Saying if he gets caught, he’ll never confess.

He feared he might have, a big heart attack

So the money he’ll need, and not give it back.

 

Then along came that scoundrel, Robert S. Fife

His nosing around, upset Fluffy’s life.

He blabbed to the world, Fluffy’s nothing but dirt

And God only knows, how much that hurt.

 

He prodded and poked, and gossip he bought

Fluffy had no idea, he’d ever get caught.

“He’s an honest man”, Harper he claimed

Fluffy’s response to them all, was “He had been defamed”.

 

When it seemed to them all, that Fluffy was done

The mess he was in, was not really fun.

They thought they had brought him, down to his knees

Till Harper sent Nigel, with his 90 gs.

 

So off he did run, right up to the bank

Still trying to figure, just who to thank.

Taxpayers, or Harper or Nigel his “friend”

But they all remained silent, right up to the end.

 

The money he took, has thus been put back

So the auditors now, will cease to attack.

Fluffy’s honesty, integrity, and all he’s stood for

Is now in his cabin, behind a locked door.

 

They’ll not snoop around, it is plain for to see

As the help he now has, from R-C-M-P.

His Senator friends, may give him a fine

But do as they wish, he’ll never resign.

 

With an exorbitant salary, which they’ll never freeze

He continues along, and cheats as he please.

Double dipping he’ll show you, can be so easy

When a Senator learns, how to be sleazy.

 

With taxpayers’ dollars, he’s now off the hook,

And he’ll make some more money, when he publishes a book.

And it’s onward and upward, he’ll never be blue

As he continues his game, and make fools out of you.

 

You can’t kiss him goodbye, while he’s still alive

Until of course, when he’s seventy-five.

But by then you will see, before he is off,

He’ll continue to feed, till he empties the trough.

 

It can’t get much better, as he’s still hale and hearty

He got where he is, as a “friend” of the party.

They covered his back, as the truth they can’t tell,

So, unless you’re a Tory, go directly to hell.

 

Politics as you know, is always so sleazy

And ripping you off, they’ve made all too easy

So really good people, won’t get in the game

As cheating and lying, will ruin their good name.

 

It has happened before, and never will change

Attracting those people, who really are strange.

They claim working for you, is not really easy,

As the way they succeed, just has to be sleazy.

Thanks Richard