.. An ode to Baron Lacson
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Baron and Babs Bird Billot
weekend in the countryside
It was that Baron Luxon
accepted the weekend offer
of pheasant hunting in the countryside,
From his old ally, Lady Babs of Kriger.
Look, he left Queen’s Landing in high spirits.
For humble and oppressed peasants
Got up and surrounded the high keep
96 wheeler with air conditioning
farm cart with Apple CartPlay surround sound,
Heated seats and fine chrome details.
he waved as he galloped on their pitchfork
on his trusty war horse Titanic.
Thus the sweet smell of victory
It flows into the baron’s nostrils.
he and his followers to the hills
Follow the winding road,
Where the gorse grew wild and free,
and rabbits and possums
Played in eroded meadows.
But the road soon became rocky
and the hills are dark and dusty
And the only sound was the sound of the wind
Blow through eerie rock formations,
And the brooding ringtone of tweet alerts
on your iPhone.
At last the baron has reached the throne of the ancestors
A landlord gentleman of the Kliger family.
At the gate there lay the skulls of twenty cows
swaying rusty signboard
Written on the barbed wire fence was:
“Welcome to Ponderosa Ranch.
Give up all hope whoever enters. ”
the baron remembered his visit
As a new noble,
thought anxiously
“No earth!”
And by the pile of cow skeletons
There stood an old woman, covered by Swandri’s hood.
“Good clone!”
“Where’s the pheasant?
In these boring parts?
The old woman silently pointed away
To the broken bad land.
So the Baron rides,
Still he couldn’t shake his sense of queerness
The old woman said she knew him.
So they stopped at the Rubicon.
A pheasant was sitting on the other side
In long rows of dead tree branches:
But the pheasant saw and crowed
Suspicious like a vulture.
Baron frowned for the weekend
It didn’t go the way he wanted.
He sniffed again for the scent of victory
It was getting stronger and stronger.
“What is this chaotic stench?”
when they crossed he demanded
In the damp and cloudy rapids.
The Baron then looked down:
And Lo, his great white horse Titanic
was flowing sideways in a swift current,
A deep cascade of cow dung necks.
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https://www.newsroom.co.nz/an-ode-for-baron-luxon-1 .. An ode to Baron Lacson
