Long Canuck Poems
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From the mid-1950's thenceforth
to the mid-seventies in the Great White North,
over the course of many moons,
there came from this country some really great tunes.
For those of us young at heart (or not-so-old)
we had Neil Young's Cinnamon Girl and Heart of Gold.
And when they were at their very peak,
The Band sang The Weight and Up on Cripple Creek.
Joni Mitchell, who was oh-so-classy,
sang about a Free Man in Paris and a Big Yellow Taxi.
And one of the finest songs ever designed
was Gordon Lightfoot's If You Could Read My Mind.
Back in those days, the Guess Who was on the rise
with hits like American Woman, Undun and These Eyes.
And, from Nova Scotia, you may have heard
of Anne Murray, who sang sweetly about a Snowbird.
From Montreal came Andy Kim - now he was quite a looker! -
who sang lead vocals for The Archies. Remember Sugar Sugar?
And, incidentally, he had one other big hit
called Rock Me Gently. Do you remember it?
Oh, and by the way,
there was another Canuck named John Kay,
a real nineteen sixties flower child.
He sang with Steppenwolf. You know Born to be Wild!
Ah, I remember the summers, when we all had lots of fun
listening to Sweet City Woman and Seasons in the Sun.
And I will certainly never, ever forget
a hit by BTO called You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet!
In the history of modern music, be it rock or pop,
a number of Canadians have certainly reached the top.
With the Yanks and the Brits, we certainly could compete.
With no mention of Canada, music history is incomplete.
Management asked if I could evaluate one of the employees, and as that happens to be within my noted abilities and well within the scope of the hotel's agenda,
I concurred with the specific understanding that arrangements for the immediate assessment will be determined by me congruous to management specifications.
Derek's a year older and by the way, all union workers but me, including Jane, are older than me, including Jane by two years.
I advised Derek to play the gender card by taking control of the copy machine and be consciously aware of that nasty ink bottle's habit of coloring unwary hands, thus allowing the woman at the front desk to maintain their prim-n-proper selves.
At the end of that exchange that day, I concluded by asking him if his hockey team won.
He said he didn't watch the game. Derek, for the past few minutes, while I dealt with this dew-hickey, I told you of the game's highlights in blow-by-blow sorts.
That would have garnered a choice, even if your team was neither certainly one would have a Canuck like you.
I didn't watch the game either, I just read an article that highlighted the game, and fresh in my mind reasoned my call to you to go to the back office and wait for me by the copier.
Loaded up and gassed
Got a four-day pass
Ramblin' in the Rockies
...Coquihalla holiday
Crested o’er the pass
Hope the brakes’ll last
Needle Peak behind me
...Coquihalla holiday
Driver’s turnin’ pale
Down the Devil’s Tail
To Othello. It's a mother.
...Coquihalla holiday
Evening shadows fade
Running down grade
Almost got it made
...Coquihalla holiday
Morning shining in
Y’oughta see my grin
It’s heaven past eleven
...Coquihalla holiday
Appaloosa pony
A meadow in the morning
Nickers at the flicker
...Coquihalla holiday
Cabin In the pines
Think I’ll wet myself a line
Cakes and bacon fryin’
...Coquihalla holiday
Bonfire burning bright
Tamarack alight
Purple sunset fades
...Coquihalla holiday
Okanagan moon
Listening to the loon
Coyote start to croon
...Coquihalla holiday
Hockey on my radio
Oilers putting on a show
Win it in a shout-out
...Coquihalla holiday
Kokanee on ice
Cubans are my vice
“Dominos or dice?”
...Coquihalla holiday
Me and Lady Missy
Getting kind of pissy
Sipping on that whiskey
...Coquihalla holiday
All that I can say,
A Canuck can have a day
Relaxin’ in the mountains
...Coquihalla holiday
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Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
He's Canadian eh! From way up north
From the land of ice and snow
He eats bowls of nails for breakfast
Wearing manly lumberjack clothes
“Good day eh! How's it goin' eh?”
Are two of his favourite greets
As he polishes off his morning brew
With a slab of uncooked meat
He's a tough old dude, that's for sure
With mush instead of brains
A grizzled good natured son of a gun
With love running through his veins
He'd give you the shirt right off his back
But it's too damn cold up here
For fear of freezing his nipples off
Instead he's just say, “Wanna beer?”
Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
© Jack Ellison 2013
A Canadian Love Song
Like JFK with Edgar Hoover,
I'm completely ill at ease:
it's as if I'm in Vancouver,
but I speak no Cantonese.
A Mountie's boot must have its stirrup,
they say Brooke Nevin needs a fattener:
tooth decay loves maple syrup
(look what it did for William Shatner!)
I yearn for something quite profound,
my very own deep inner need,
just as Puget boasts its Sound
and Calgary its Stampede.
Like "foo" means nothing without "fighter",
an ice rink's bare without a puck.
Mike Myers lacks a decent writer:
I think I need a cute canuck.
I hope one day I will be ready
(when Justin Bieber gets a life!)
- Jeanette MacDonald, Nelson Eddy -
to woo you as my Winnipeg Wife.
Ashamed to learn Justin Bieber is Canadian
Sure doesn't represent THIS Canuck
A total embarrassment to this country of ours
Dragging us all through the muck
A total loser in every sense of the word
His disgusting exploits are renowned
Wonder what our dear Celine thinks of him
Our image, he's quickly tearing down
A disgraceful display of obnoxious behaviour
Unbecoming of this beautiful land
I'm begging you please, ignore this creature
Dismiss this jerk out of hand
There's very few things that provoke me enough
To stand on my soapbox and yell
Guess you've realized I'm incensed to the max
This kid is heading straight for hell
© Jack Ellison 2013