March 31, 2010
A poem: Cold Blue Eyes, the New Stamp
Cold Blue Eyes has forced his stamp
Cold Blue Eyes has forced his stamp
On this nation like a shock
And has become the warring champ
Of one fraction of his flock
Which does boast thirty million
Who didn't elect such a minion!
Never mind other citizens!
As for those distant cousins
Who were told "take a camel!"
Caught like fish in a trammel
They'll find room in his prison
Where their rights he will jettison
Our Maple Leaf is always red
Just like blood from the fallen dead
So why did he paint it blue
Without asking me or you?
Is he the leader of this nation?
Does he work for ALL of us?
Do we pay for his vocation?
With our taxes, plus plus plus?
Or is he just an aberration?
Shooting off his blunderbuss
Causing so much perturbation
Not expecting any fuss
Should we now in consternation
This grave matter not discuss?
