Budget night in Canberra is usually a good opportunity, after the long hard work of the day, to let your hair down and get on the sauce. Canberra suburb Kingston becomes overhwelmed with staffers, public servants, pollies and undoubtedly journalists who throng towards a limited number of less than civilised venues for beers, gossip and the occaisonal ottering. There's even been broken limbs from the vigour of the festivities. It is usualy a time, in the words of one Will.I.Am of the Blacked Eyed Peas, for these poor slaves of politics to "partay til the AM". Maybe due to the lack of journos, maybe because of a less than manic workload or even because of the unexciting nature of the Budget itself, this year it seemed rather different...
Twas the night after Budget...
Twas the night after Budget, and through the cold Kingston air,
there was barely a reveller nor a drunk waster there,
no wobbly O'Brien, no pissed journos, none!
Oh it seems Budget 2010 has drained out the fun
Swan hung out the budget for media with care
But he bored us to sleep, til no one was there!
Budget nights past were merry and light,
loose as a goose, late in the night
journalists, staffers pickled on booze
but when this one was over we all went to snooze!
Oh woe is the Budget where nobody drinks
not as amusing as everyone thinks
there were ties and suits, all look resplendent
reserved and civil, not one person candid
Goanna thought "stuff this! I'm can't stand the sight!"
"A Happy Budget to all and to all a good night!"
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