It's 6:30 in the morning
I'm huddled tight in my igloo
Kept warm by fur of wolf and bear
It's time I get ready for school
I begin my ten mile hike to school
Wind nips my face; it's -34 outside
July whiteouts are always the worst
But I push on with my Canadian Pride
2 P.M. it's dark outside
I rush to the rink with a doubledouble in hand
Tonight is hockey night, I can't wait!
All the country in one arena, just like planned
Our national drink is handed around
Beer; how much I love it!
Mounties in red secure the arena
Hockey game begins; we all sit
After a long day I get home to rest
Pull off my toque and get ready for bed
A relief to not be weighed down by coins
And tomorrow to school I'm takin the dog sled
Eh?
"Hello Big Dreamer---Your poem 'Oh Canada' must of been wrote with your tongue firmly imbedded in your cheek as I see glimmers of a hollywood version of Canada there. As you must know Mounties do not wear red serge except for parades etc. also nobody lives in igloos anymore other than the occasional hunter in the far north, and then only temporarily. Also if it's 2pm and dark you would have to be so far north that you probably would never find a hockey rink, much less one that allows beer drinking in the stands.--Anyway I had fun reading it with my kerosene powered computer.--------Mugs-------
Oh, man, this is some nasty stuff here! The thought police are gonna be after you, eh? A brilliant little satire as sharp as a well honed razor down to its wire edge .... bravo ... bravo ...bravo ... ouch!
Submission Name: Oh Canada
