Yesterday’s stanza (November verse 8) covered a tiny part of a one -sided conversation in a sauna in Newtown. Here’s another tiny part, with some inventions and alterations for the sake of rhyme and metre.
November verse 9: Sauna soliloquy (continued)
Newtown: students and their tutors
protest, join the Student Strikes!
Activists on their computers
save the whales by riding bikes.
Feminazi hashtag metoo.
Greens cause fires by burn-off veto.
Sorry, politics! Let's just sweat.
I've got to do five minutes yet.
I've decided not to marry
unless the right one comes along
or better, two – tell me I'm wrong.
Happy, that's me, just like Larry.
Newtown's where I'm born and bred.
I could try Adelaide instead.
Me fail? I fly! 
Bringing a smile to my face here in Doha after several weeks in the Trans- Caucasus. Back to smokey south-east Australia. And, by the way, three major fires in northern Georgia just under the Russian Federation border at snow levels over 2,000 metres – where such fires have not appeared before – where we were recently tramping in snow! Global warming/climate change? You bet!
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Welcome almost-home, Jim. It’s getting to be terrifying. I’m glad my little bit of Murdoch-regurgitation made you smile
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As his mother said to JC in Life of Brian, you’re just a naughty boy!
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I’m just quoting what was said to me! Astonishingly, as this guy attacked one thing after another that I hold sacred with astonishing accuracy, he didn’t seem to be intending to pick a fight at all.
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