At the 150th International Golfers’ Annual Ball,
Headliner was a duffer named Donald Trump
An exceptionally boring time was had by all
As Trump insisted on reviewing his Par 3 slump.
Seems they had very little in common, in fact,
While Trump’s ball lay languishing in the rough
No one had anything good to offer, not even tact
Only Donald, it appears, had it so darned tough.
Turns out the 150th was the last annual ball
No one cared a repeat of the whining and such,
Having suffered through hours of the folderol
Especially when dinner turned out to be dutch!
Seems no one had the money they pretended
And half of the appeal was getting a free meal,
Not to mention no true golf “greats” attended
Seems the Arab league had seized their appeal.
Written November 26, 2022
Years of Willy Wonka gone,
Dear Heavens! What has my factory become?
Nearing is its 150th anniversary
An act of kindness of heroicness – I call for help!
Cheat day is the best for I get to eat whatever I want
Tedious work. What on earth will I do without food?
Ending the day with an invention so great
Inventing the first ever diet candy!
Diet sweetness – the candy that shall put you into shape
Today is Canada's Day
It is a celebration
Of our 150th birthday
Everyone celebrates
It is a street party
Closed to the traffic
A party for people that
live here
We will be wearing
Our colours red and white
The colours of Canada
We will have food and drinks
Dance until fireworks begin
Then watch the fireworks
Light up the dark sky
Watching the different colours
Popping up into the sky
With the brilliant colours
Appearing one by one
Until they are gone
To send into the sky
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