James Bredin (1933 / Ennis Canada)
AN APPLICATION TO BE A MEMBER... MAY 11TH,2013
I think I’ll apply to be a senator and why not?
They were appointed for no known reason and some were caught,
I could pretend to live in Ottawa and be a big shot,
I’m as good as they are and I once owned a tiny little yacht.
Unfortunately I’d like to talk about assisted suicide,
Which is a subject they hate, despise and let slide,
But why should they care; they don’t have to be voted in,
They’re appointed till seventy five so they always win.
If I was a senator, I’d never want a change a thing,
As a member of the Canadian aristocracy with a ring,
People could bow their heads and show me some respect,
Because appointed senators never worry about a reelect.
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