monsieur fait accompli and professor coffers graced the card to con and pro the to and fro of yellowcake to whose backyard we have to get the dosh before the wind will lash the sale! dear sirs! an interjection from the back from in between the his and hers: consequences means just this... that what entails, occurs!
they turned around and howled him down and coffers blurt in haste if their want is strong enough, why, we can make them take the waste this was new they scratched their chins and with those thoughts was interlaced: we must learn to get a taste for every buck before we’re raced
they all looked round at skinny mick between the squaws and braves expecting condescension that would nullify his raves: when all the peasants crowd into bedsits in the smog you could lay the waste in paddy fields and just like lime dry the bog
but since the fields of rice and yields shall glow in this debate hands up who sees no future, said skinny, for that state and monsieur fait accompli from the microphone: gendame! mick was so disorderly we shall have to do him harm
continuing in silence for no-one else would speak monsieur said:I remind you... how warming is so bleak this is not just rational from the point of view of price it is radiant and glowing and the air will be so very nice
so the meeting was concluded and they left to beat their drum but none forgot that cove between le homme door et la femme a few of them had second thoughts but knew precisely who had won so most agreed to toe and spin the line that new correctness spun
and cliches gathered deftly from palm island down to perth as ready ammunition for the arsenal’s large girth that aims at lone dissenters to stigmatise their worth yet your small voice for sanity stands for future for the earth