Rob Ford
There was a man named Rob Ford,
He ran Etobicoke Ward.
Now that he’s mayor,
He still can’t play fair,
Waging a political war.
Our whole fortune’s fee cannot pay,
For those pills you’ve put away.
Weight loss is a scam,
Your scale’s in a jam.
Just leave your office, okay?
Buses rarely have delays,
Just give Karen Stintz her way.
Underground is bad,
Makes us riders mad.
Just leave your office today!
“No bike lanes on roads!” you vow.
Same-sex marriage you’ll disallow.
Those rules you conceive,
Make you seem naïve.
Just leave your office. Right now!
Your platform promises more.
“Cut taxes!” “Build homes!” you swore.
Your dreams are unreal,
Your plans not ideal.
Come now, I’ll show you the door.
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