A Cow Patty Tabernak
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With a stout heart,
a mouse can lift an elephant.Unknown
Fact: Canada is in a battle of trade with the USA.
Fact: The first Canadian hockey pucks were made of compressed and finely configured frozen patties of cow shit.
Funny how history repeats itself….
Warning and Disclaimer: This post is full of Canadian spelling and unintelligible Canadian slang. It is a galloping skate of sound. A musical revue. A tongue and cheek slapstick. A rant and a roar. A parody (parity?) and a rhapsody wrapped in a comb over of somthin’ cookin’ up a strange brew. A smile. A head shake. A Canadian slang shot at a trade war. Canucks fightin’ back with frozen cow manure pressed into a pat of hockey pucks. Groundhog day was yesterday and the levies come tomorrow. Canada and the US eh. A trade war. David and Goliath. February follies. All we got up here is dirty oil, wood and resilience. Gas and water. Wheat and whiskey. We are in for a bender! There’s a loon on our dollar and one hooting next door.
Us commoners on both sides of the world’s longest border will end up paying more. We will pay for it all. Pay at the pumps, pay at the til and pay at the still. Bring on the bills. It’s a dine and dash. Who got the cash? Where did our dollar go?
A Cow Patty Tabernak
A ragged pen tolls a tax on ignorance.
Can you put tariffs on the profits of a fool?
A tear in the truth of time
lacerates a tongue of lies.
Do you taste the rust of your own blood?
Do you taste the sweetness of mine?
The regurgitation of drivel
drips from your chin
to stain the book of judgement
your theatrics profuse to proclaim.
A prophet of righteousness
sermons from the pulpit of blame.
A gabble of gibber blethers a bunk.
Your yap twisting words like a poet
to steal like a thief. Dining
on your power to the deafness of your feast.
Gnashing on your fingers caught in the teeth
of your own trap. Beaver fever.
The elephant has snorted.
The mouse has roared.
The thorn pricks the folly of madness
your crown now adorns.Can a bucket even fit on that chirping melon? Give me a frozen patty of cow shit, a pair of skates and a wooden hockey stick. Healing. Revealing.
Spittin’ out chicklets like a poem. Cover that five hole. Keep your paddle on the ice. Head on a swivel. A cup on those jewels. Strap em up tight.
Chewin’ on a prairie oyster in the toque of a deke.
We didn’t bite on that fake.
You got a foot in the crease.
Take off eh.
See you at the lonely end of the rink.
Hey who turned the lights out?
The circus has arrived.
© Jamie Millard
Having a little fun to stay sane.
Yes reality is always in the middle.
Stay well. Stay warm. Stay safe.
Keep the lights on.
Lots of Love,
Jamie
Although I am not Canadian and English also is my second language, I totally feel the emotions beneath your words! I love the pace and sounds and rhythm, it feels like high noon on the hockey field. :-D Sending you lots of blessings, Love and strength in these chaotic times!
Well, consonance, assonance and alliteration were spitting some fine teeth there. "The circus has arrived." You bet it has. Stay calm and carry on.