Once upon a midnight dreary,
As I pondered weak and weary,
Watching T.V. shows that surely,
Rot and decimate the brain,
As my brain cells were untwining,
There came a loathsome, vapid whining,
Proclaiming groundless policies,
So racist and so lame.

"Who is this?" I asked myself,
"Who speaks so racist and so lame?
Just a loony, that is plain."

As my consciousness grew dimmer,
There came a machiavellian glimmer,
From the eyeballs of this witch,
Who I now knew to be insane,
Through the interview she stumbled,
Leaving vital questions fumbled,
All the time keeping upon her face,
An expression most inane.

"Are you xenophobic?" she was asked,
No answer from her came.

Quoth the Hanson; "Please explain."

From her putrid gaping maw,
Racist diatribes did pour,
'Gainst Aboriginals and Asians,
Her sickening bias, it was plain,
My sanity, it was retreating,
As her voice, its high pitched bleating,
Tunnelled through my earlobes,
And did my face contort with pain.
And then to my lasting horror,
Came that dreaded phrase again:

Quoth the Hanson; "Please explain."

"Racist!" said I, "Bigot howling,
Whose words our country are befouling,
Get thee back to Oxley,
And no more pollute my brain!
Through your disposition racist,
And intelligence the basest,
You have caused me great disturbance,
And so return from whence you came!
Tell me, tell me, I implore thee,
Won't you return from whence you came?"

Quoth the Hanson; "Please explain."

The rotting, leprous frontal lobes,
Of this foolish xenophobe,
Resemble those of schizophrenics,
In fact they are the same,
For her crimes she'll ne'er be aquitted,
Hopefully she'll be committed,
And electroshock therapy,
Shall fuse and singe her brain.
And when comatose and gibbering,
What words shall she proclaim?

Quoth the Hanson; "Please explain."