Short Sone Poems

Black blarney; carney'

I read his name carney, i saw dark clouds gather as  as an army.' I hear such black blarney.'
See Canada has maybe gone barmy.dead maple leaves, lay; yet more slippery and smarmy..Under a carney so carney
Doing more harm, than an enemy army..Oh 
Prime-sinister (mark carney) 
Chorus..
Oh its carney; mark carney..Mark his
Moniker, in alarm alarm be.' Awake
Canada, get real lively..And I'm sure that you
Will see. You need good rid of (mark carney)