Because of all the lunies on the superhighways
My son's decided to take a leisurely drive on the byways
Many more stoplights
But safer, less fights
Bout who cuts off who, dangerous games are played
Chuckles, giggles and guffaws
That's the only way to fly
Find silliness in all everyday things
Tears of joy will fill your eyes
In fact if you're not careful
You'll infect your fellow man
Before you can say "pink panties"
Lunies will be running the land
Now wait a minute let me see
They already are I'm afraid
They resemble a flock of turkeys
Look at the mess they've made
We pay them scads of money
To perform their comedic routine
That won't change any time soon
So enjoy your plate of poutine*
Always look on the bright side of life
Things have got to get better
So why not try to enjoy yourself
And just carry on unfettered
© Jack Ellison 2015
(poutine – A French Canadian dish
of french fries, cheese curds and brown gravy.
A heart attack on a plate!!!)
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