Court Painter roused the resident studio scribe, Chatterley Geraldine Persnickety Twitterstorm (ChatGPT),and in-studio editor AHM to take up the headlines from National Newswatch Election News, March 25, 2025, and poetically render the day’s events in a flowery, Bardian, rhyming couplet style, as the news lay broken before our eyes or is it at our feet..?
Court Painter also introduces a few of the political thespians on the electorial stage.
Carney doth call for talks both true and grave, Lest trade wars drag us to a darkened cave. With tariffs poised, he seeks a measured course, Not theatre false nor rhetoric’s brute force.
He vows to strengthen arms by sea and land, With steel-clad ships and warriors at hand. Let submarines and icebreakers be made, And soldiers’ serve with richer coin be paid.
McKelvie now doth seek a loftier seat, From council halls to where the nations meet. With Ajax’ trust, she strides into the fray, To aid her banner in election’s play.
Carney strikes Poilievre with sharp disdain, For laxity in threats from foreign reign. “Thy folly leaves our land exposed!” he cries, As dark whisperings from India arise.
Fraser, who once did hint he’d bid adieu, Now seeks again the people’s trust anew. No parting bow, no exit from the stage, He takes his stand to turn another page.
The clash of wits in debates fierce arise, Yet Carney’s French absence stirs the people’s cries. With TVA’s lost duel, he doth offend, Whilst crowds and tongues shape fates that do depend.
Alberta’s name doth echo through the fight, With Smith’s bold tongue now casting greater light. As Trump’s spectre once again haunts centre stage, In Danielle’s western hands now the battle doth wage.
Some whisper low, “The Liberals hold the field, Unless to fate and folly they do yield.” Yet fickle winds may turn with sudden might, And what seems sure may vanish out of sight.
Poilievre doth promise homes at lesser cost, And lift the toll that Island folk must cross. Let GST on shelters meet its doom, So buyers’ hopes may once again find room.
Bernier calls for purse-strings to be tight, No aid abroad, mean coffers kept in sight. A smaller throne, a leaner rule he craves, No coin for kings beyond our northern waves.
The NDP, with housing as its plea, Would open lands to shape affordability. To raise the roofs where homeless hearts may dwell, And break the chains where costly burdens swell.
The hour is nigh, the banners are unfurled, Each advocate poses to shape a nation’s world.
Performer seen clutching his eventual fate.
President Trump with plan of the staging of Canada becoming the HUGE number 51.
