The Nz Internet Party And The Kim Jumblies - Sieving Knaves And Fools Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

I

They went to beg from a Kim, they did
From a Kim they went to beg
To sell themselves and their ethics betray
On an autumn morn, on a stormy day,
To a Kim to grovel and beg!
And when the Kim turned round and round
And every one cried ‘You'll all be drowned
In cash for hire", they called aloud
"Our Kim's so big, he can spread it around
So we don't care a button! We don't care a fig!
With a Kim we'll win just see! "
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim.

II

They went to beg, they did,
In closet cars with tinted glass that just sailed past
To a Coatesville Mansion on a pocket book trail
Stuffed with deals in a craven tale
As the voters turned and looked aghast
And every one said, who saw them go,
'0 won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
To sell to a Kim what's asked! '
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim.

III


The bilge it soon gave in, it did,
The bilge it soon gave in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In secretive papers folded neat,
And they battened it down with some spin.
And they passed the night in Kim's cocktail bar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong
To pan handle the Kim with a tin! '
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim.


IV


And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a phony song
To the echoing sound of the chamber's gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
'0 voters o! How happy we are,
When we sail by expedience's darkened star
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with the leavings stale,
In the shade of the mountains brown! '
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim.


V

They sailed to the Southern Sea, they did,
To a land all bestirred with breeze,
And Kim bought a Brash, and Peter's First,
And a Norman nice, and a Corkery Tart,




And a teacup of slippery Banks.
And he cashed a Cullen, and some Green Gee-gaws,
And a sad old Mallard with paddlepop claws,
And 30 silver pieces of Harawira,
And some clandestine openings from Keys -
And no end of political tease.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim.

VI

And in six months they'll all be back,
In six months or more,
And all will say, 'How fat they've grown!
For they've been to the Trough, and the Pocketing Zone,
And the slops of the Bankroll Bore';
And we'll drink their health, and give them a feast
Of dumplings made in Asia's east;
And all will say, 'If he'll only give,
We'll cut our cloth and our haircut too for Kim,
For the slops of the Bankroll Bore! '
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to beg from a Kim