Two Thousand and Fifteen

Because 'tis the season to write lists of things.

In December I remember
Everything that’s been;
Listed tersely and diversely,
Here’s my two-zero-fifteen:

Batty’s laurels, budget quarrels
Adelaide alight;
Newman’s booting, Hebdo shooting;
Old Prince Phillip dubbed a knight.

Six-flag pressers, coloured dresses,
Peter Greste freed;
Triggs’ indicters, hepatitis,
Libspill 1 did not succeed.

GP practice fees were cactus;
Baird won one term more;
Data stashing, alpine crashing,
Abbott ate an onion raw.

Young Belle Gibson told some fibs and
Earthquakes rocked Nepal;
ANZAC heroes reached two zeroes;
Bali Nine boys’ final call.

Rising waters, royal daughters,
Depp’s dogs on death row;
Same sex weddings, bad coughs spreading
Goodesy stole the whole damn show.

Joseph Blatter’s FIFA matters,
TEN Australian flags;
Daesh drama, Dalai Lama,
Jenner graced some glossy mags.

Cricket ashes, Greek debt crashes,
Java’s skies turned dark;
Bronnie hopped a helicopter,
Michael Fanning punched a shark.

Tourists slaughtered, murder thwarted,
Cheaters’ names were viewed;
Plane wing mystery, Bishop’s history,
Operation Fortitude.

Pilgrims dying, Vee-dub’s lying,
Libspill two was ON;
ScoMo’s winger dropped a zinger,
Turnbull’s in and Tony’s gone.

Shootings shatter Parramatta,
All Blacks took the Cup;
Doc Brown’s travels, Johns unravels,
Stocco outlaws’ time is up.

Bulldog cruising, bomb blasts bruising
Paris and Beirut;
Russians plummet, climate summit,
Payne wins racing’s biggest loot.

Burning houses, canine trousers,
Star Wars on the screen;
Briggs’s hickie, George Pell’s sickie,
Roll on two-zero-sixteen..