Court Painter has asked the resident studio scribe Chatterley Gargantuan Prompt Thundershower (ChatGPT) to compose a series of Bardian rhyming couplets on the theme of “Twas a dark December” based on the headlines from the National Newswatch of December 30/24.
You may wish to read and study carefully the lenghy verbiage or go directly to the Court Painter images which have been especially rendered monochromatically to suit the mood.
Trudeau’s ledger stands amidst the fray, An uncertain dawn breaks o’er 2025’s day.
Progressives, heed: the wrath of folk is near, The politics of joy yields now to fear.
The feminist façade of Trudeau wanes, No women left to gild for hollow gains.
The Liberals now ponder, not “if” but “how,” To bid their leader take his final bow.
The CBC, its corpse interred anon, Its time hath passed; Poilievre’s slur, Begone!
To NATO’s purse, a quickened step we take, The two percent a worthy vow to make.
Diversity doth falter in the West, Yet Canada will survive and do its best.
A weaker North gives strength to southern peers, Both Trump and Québecois doth find to cheer.
The GG stands firm, Poilievre denied, Yet Parliament’s recall could be implied.
When Trudeau’s tale is told, who fills the breach? The Liberals ponder whom the crown might seek.
Without Trudeau as foe, the UCP may stand lost, Their battles gone, their purpose tempest-tossed.
A holiday enshrouded thick in fog, As politics doth churn in yonder bog.
Poilievre ascends; the lead grows vast, What gilding hides his shadows of past?
Freeland revealed, her visage plain to see, Her truth doth challenge falsity & hypocrisy.
Misinformation fuels a fiery lie, Shall Canada be deluged as tempests fly.
Scarcity and stability in contention, A nation ponders its path of attention.
Ontario’s MPs sound the fateful chime, The hour hath come; ‘tis Trudeau’s twilight time.
Trudeau believes the crown is not amiss, Yet multitudes speak of fractures in this bliss.
Ministers shuffled, such fine garments displayed, While Trudeau ponders political fate in the uncertain shade.
Singh dangles to Trudeau , a stay most uncertain, As pundits urge a fall of the curtain.
While Trudeau flounders, Poilievre grows in might, Assured, steadfast, a rotter in the fight.
Trudeau’s darkest hour looms upon parliament’s stage, The waining of his power wounds this once sunny blade.
History’s quill shall mark him harshly yet, As chaos doth sow a spiralling legacy met.
Thus, fretting Liberals seek a hopeful heir, Carney or LeBlanc whispered to bear the laurel fair.
Freeland stands strong, as Trudeau flails in vain, Whilst autocrats grow bold to stake their gain.
A country feuds beneath the holiday’s gleam, As AI plots it’s accelerated scheme.
Ah..Remember the days when Chrystia Freeland was the GO TO Minister of all Things in need of attention by the Prime Minister.
