(Reflections On Some Melbourne Misadventures)
One feels for Novak Djokovic.
He must be thinking life’s a bitch,
This poor, unvaccinated Serb,
Who doubtless used a pungent verb,
When told he’d been kicked out of Oz.
How could they do that just because
He couldn’t bear to bare his arm,
And take a shot to save from harm,
The legions whom he would have met,
When not cavorting at the net?
Some say that this was so unfair,
And surely we should be aware
That anyone with any brains
Would not “contaminate” their veins,
Insisting that they had the right,
To argue black is really white,
And scorning facts, to grind their axe
While pushing nonsense to the max.
“Behold” they cry, “how freedom falls!”
But, topically, they’re talking . . .
