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Canadian Humour
What ho? A Canadian visitor? Judging by the sporran, kilt, and bagpipes, he is on tour. About that kilt, hmmm…perhaps if a serviette were dropped, one could retrieve it from the floor and answer that question once and for all.
Our mates to the south, we don't choose. But the borders we share, interfuse. To look, you can't tell That we're different. Oh, well, They can't even pronounce the word "bus." Kathleen looks flummoxed. She is trying to figure out a limerick rhyming the words “schedule” or “about.” Still, one wonders why he needs the hockey stick and how it came to be that he is missing teeth? Canadian humour would make a worthy challenge. Any takers for the retort?
Challenge: Funny Canadian Poems
Bossy They're constantly giving us orders About how to police our own borders Their attentions should span Their own problems at hand, And their various public disorders. Who Else? We LOVE our American neighbors Though they rant and they rattle their sabers. They're still our good friends Though their means serve their ends. And who else could survive all their labors? Ah, not used to more than 6%, no doubt. Next round, we are slipping him one of those “near beers.”
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