BARENAKED LADIES
CANUCK ANTHEM BILLS DO PLEASE
TRUMP SNOWFLAKES DISPLEASE
MONEY WAS NO GOOD
PIERRE A WIN THOUGHT HE WOULD
LOSER NEIGHBOURHOOD
A constipated Canuck named Rory
took an atomic suppository.
It exploded his guts
and they soon found his nuts
somewhere in the Yukon Territory!
DANIEL SMITH BOMBSHELL
AND SEPARATIST HOPES FELL
HER WORDS DID REPEL
WHO WILL WIN THE DAY?
SEPARATIST WE MUST SLAY
CANUCKS WIN THE DAY
BY ELECTION DAY
LIB MAJORITY SOME PRAY
JUST THREE SEATS AWAY
I wish I could breathe underwater,
But not to explore the sea.
I just enjoy the comfort,
It feels like where I should be.
Below the surface is quiet,
No voices can be heard.
The water always settles,
Even after it stirred.
When I rise above the water,
My exposed skin shivers from the cold,
But as I sink back down again,
warmth breaks me through it’s threshold.
I can swim freely,
I can do what I please
Though I prefer the depths;
The ones where no one sees.
But I am not built for that
I know I can’t stay,
I will surely drown,
But life underwater seems better that way.
Implementing school closures 2020..Not
Implementing objective autopsys on injection related deaths of all types..Pushing to prosecution of freedom
Appreciative citizens by un-sound, and therefore illegal assertions.? Maybe un-lawfull? Implementing the m a i d programme.. And overseeing a breakdown
In good law, and protecting the vulnerable
Lauding a waffen ss murderer in parliament, and awarding a medal to the
Same felon 2007, did i just make all this
Up.? No such luck.! However justice
Heather Parker Mc Vey.. Looks to be intune
With good practice, I am led to convey.)
Told to say something when quiet,
Told to be quiet when speaking.
What am I supposed to do?
What is the answer you’re seeking?
Am I to speak?
Or am I not?
Am I to stay quiet
and speak in my thoughts?
I speak in disease,
Slowly destroying everything around me,
Until I have nothing left,
Such a cruel reality.
Sorry is the only word I know,
It’s all I ever say.
Excusing my pitiful ignorance
Until my eventual doomsday.
I’m sorry for talking,
I’m sorry for staying silent,
I’m sorry for daring to speak,
Please don’t show me repent.
For it is my own naivety
that has brought me here.
I shall hide myself away
Until my end is near.
Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
Canadian geese
the cumulus cloud cutouts...
honk for me to see
Tourtière, Canadian—
beef and pork browned well.
Mom always added breadcrumbs,
onions, celery,
and mashed potatoes,
spice blend too—
yum.
Red and white glory freely flies
Mapleleaf, strong and proud, framed by bright blue skies
From glacier fjord to mountain stream
Over fields of gold and trees of green
Nothing is more beautiful to see
Than that red maple leaf flying free
The simple flag is our greatest treasure,
Heralding a nation beyond measure
There is nothing I would rather be
than an honored member of this country
Under the threat of pen or gun
We stand together, under this flag, we are one
So, Justin Trudeau's gonna retire
(something Canadians did desire).
But he's left a big mess,
and Trump's causing stress!
It's a political dumpster fire!
A sprite little pixie from Guelph
has made quite a name for herself.
She took a long stroll
up to the North Pole.
Now she's Santa's Canadian elf.
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