Mr. Speaker,
Two men in the ring, 800 in the stands;
One wrote a cheque with his mouth, he couldn't cash with his hands.
The Tory Nation was cocky, they came out in full force;
But like the F-35 contract, they had backed the wrong horse.
Liberals must be defeated, that's known Tory credo;
They had nothing to hide, you could tell by the Speedo.
Brazeau came out hard and brought the Tories to their feet;
But in less than a minute, he looked pretty well beat.
The red onslaught of punches could not be contained;
Like those Tory attack ads, stinging and sustained.
The bombs came from everywhere, our boy pummelled and pounded;
It looked like the senator thought he was surrounded.
He was dazed and confused, the ref twice stopped the fight;
He got hit with so many lefts, he was begging for a right.
In less than six minutes it was all over and done;
A TKO victory, the good guys had won.
The Tories were devastated by this jaw-dropping blow;
Ezra's microphone went silent, his mouth stuffed with crow.
But the Tories aren't finished, they'll want a rematch I'm betting;
They'll find someone tougher, maybe Marjory LeBreton.