[Ann Drysdale]

Poor old bugger. Blame it on the cut-backs. Everyone knows that the price of a virtuous woman is above Ruby's.

[Brian Allgar]

Ha, ha! I hadn't heard that one before, Ann.

[Graham King]

Maters still have cause to moan: he
Bribes kids to the danger zone. He
Ought to stick with some old crone, be
-have his age. Hey! Rivers (Joan), she
Maybe could assuage his tone; be
Moral Light and not condone E
-lite Excesses? He is prone, we
Know, to lie, massage his own E
-go. Just go, now, Berlusconi!

[Lois Elaine Heckman]

Having had to live through all the years of his questionable government, and the ridicule he brought on Italy, I can't say I'm unhappy about the recent developments. I only hope that this time he will not be able to create some sort of escamotage, and that he gets what's coming for him (or not, according to how you interpret the phrase).

Berlusconi’s in a mess
fighting Ilda Boccassini.
She’s prepared him for redress,
punishing him for his weenie
and its wild concupiscence.
“He’s just generous and kindly,”
say the lawyers for defense,
“gives his love and does it blindly,
never looking for reward.”
In the meantime, the old lecher
still is mingling with the horde
seeking wampum. You can bet your
boots he’ll never go to jail,
never have to suffer hunger
for his lusts and cravings. They’ll
let him die from bunga bunga.

[Ann Drysdale]

Thanks for reminding me, Lois!

The thing I've seen coming for him from the beginning is a ruddy great statue that he has inadvisedly asked to supper.

Berlusconi! A cenar teco
M'invitasti e son venuto!

And down they go, hand in hand to his come-uppance...

[Brian Allgar]

... no doubt singing La ci darem la mano.