The Book of the Nearly-Prime Minister
Now in the land of the mighty ABs,
where pies overflowed with creamy paua,
and sudsy waters ran down the sides of shiny Ford Rangers and on to the sea,
there came an election.
And the Scribes were sore excited.
For they had taken many polls saying,
If the election were held today,
who would you vote for do you reckon?
Would it be Old Mate Grabaseat?
Do you re…