For fun… on Canada Day, a whimsical piece I wrote about what constitutes being Canadian.
This was my entry into a contest to win a spot in “Barbed Lyres,” an anthology of satirical verse about Canada, edited by Margaret Atwood.
There’s this girl I know on the Danforth
who goes to Buffalo to shop
for the bargains on Bill Blass sheets
and with her parents to Polish nights in Orillia
where she says she wouldn’t be caught
dead if the perogies weren’t to
She takes her vacations in Warsaw almost every year
because she tells me the deals on crystal are
incredible and she can stay cheap with her Aunt Stenya.
It’s not like Mary isn’t into Canada
she did Banff in ’82
and drove all by herself to P.E.I. in ’84
where by the way she lucked into a
fabulous villa timeshare in the Caymans because
thanks to God she had American Express on her.
In the back window of her Beamer with the Blaupunkt
there’s one of those Canadian flag stickers and it glows
I mean what do you want from her.
It isn’t like she was born here.