A Real Canadian Poem by Kevin Patrick
A Real Canadian
I've never once announced an "eh"
or pronounced the word "Aboot"
I don't own a mean skidoo
or play bare footsie's in Canoes
Hockey bores my every nerve
The Stanley cup seasons the worse
I have no cravens for Poutine
Or Montreal smoke meats
Molson's not my favorite beer
And in fact I rarely drink
I've seen moose's in zoos
And I have never worn toque
But I know I am Canadian
Because I'm always saying "Sorry"
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4/26/2024 7:17:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hahahahahahahahaha.... stop saying you're sorry and you can pass for us rude Americans.... ummm.... for those other Americans! It is weird how we try to categorize other nation's peoples. I mean really- -do all Italian men pinch women's derrieres? Yet I hope each country has and keeps its own flavor and the world is not about to be the same. Except in the matter of peace-loving- -then let the world unite