Court Painter seen smoking and drinking while guarding his money.
Court Painter once again has called upon the poverty striken poet Chatterley Gainsbourgh Peacock Tarnation (ChatGPT) to absent himself from his essay ghost writing for students, to pen a few lines on the state of PM Justin Trudeau’s walking on broken glass régime. While composing he hummed the lyrics of this tune:
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind
A celebrity and Prime Minister seen feeling in the pink.
Should the Prime Minister, in solemn contemplation, deem
To relinquish power, one voice, in Liberal stream,
With words uncouth, did emphasize the creed,
On his father’s snow day, let not his reign concede.
For in Ottawa’s forecast, snow hath fled,
Rain poured, as all the day of memory sped.
And as tales tell, young Trudeau, bold and keen,
Prefers his walks on glass, though harsh, unseen.
None from Trudeau’s circle dared break the seal,
Of public discourse on glass beneath his heel.
Yet in the realm of politics, ’tis said,
Two factors weigh on paths where leaders tread:
The chance of victory in ballot’s call,
And dreams fulfilled, or dashed, before they fall.
‘Tis oft a blend of both, where fate does steer,
The ship of state, through tumult and through fear.
The parallels, like sun at noon, are clear:
A Liberal bastion, aged, yet austere,
Beset by woes of economy’s blight,
And a youthful rival, rising in the fight.
In leap year’s span, akin to ’84’s sight,
Trudeau, with scorn, dismisses thoughts of flight.
For months, he’s tread the path of glass, prepared,
To face his foe, whose fervor’s boldly bared.
Against Poilievre, he takes his stand, resolute,
Upon the shards of glass, his destiny’s pursuit.
Court Painter captures painful moment upon PM Trudeau’s return from his daily walk on broken glass.
PM seen impatiently watching the sands of time do its thing!