THE PENULTIMATE DAY

He looks back down the years,
Reflecting I’d say,
On his prime ministership’s
Penultimate day.

The top job was his,
After Turnbull’s demise,
When gifted the party room’s,
Ultimate prize.

With the passing of years,
Both good and hurting,
The voters of Aus,
Find him to be wanting.

Too many blunders
Have caused him to fall
Political bluster destructing
A leader once tall.

Where to from here,
You wonder and say,
A bi-election is looming,
Where Cook landed that day.