Subject: Ode to Duffy
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 Mac
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 “I have 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 g's.
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 just 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.
(Courtesy of a friend)
Last Updated ( Thursday, 13 June 2013 07:13 )