The Kiwi man with the crinkly eyes
Has a smile on his face whenever he lies
Charming to the public, never to the press
Discredits the Greens with scoundrel finesse
Three terms deputy prime minister
A face equally charming and equally sinister
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride
Leader of a party, Kiwis cast him aside
There is something challenging in this man
Perhaps it’s the way he don’t give a damn
Authentically himself, not out to appease
Deep lines, dark eyes - a glint of sleaze
Perhaps that is why I find myself drawn
To his charming face, weathered and worn
The face of a Maori mixed with a Scot
Always a part of a cheeky side plot
If I was a Kiwi would I vote him in?
Would I want Winston Peters to win?
He’s clever, quick, sharp, old-school
But I’m not sure I’d want him to rule