I could see Canada from my Island,
Vancouver’s lights glowed after dark…
Now I view Canadian Club Bottles,
In the dumpster at the trailer park.
The guy in Space number 7
Wants to kick Space Eleven’s ass…
He drove too close to him walking his dog,
Honking his horn as he passed.
Most of us are now elderly,
Our Villas and castles too large to own…
Very few say where they came from
As if they ditched paying off a loan.
Today Prime Minister Justin Trudeau
Was on the Canadian BBC news…
The retired bartender in Space 1,
Died from decades of Canadian booze.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.