William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
A WEE POME POURS MON PETIT FRERE, BARREE
(by Beelee Weebone – dat’s ha gud won – non?)
An in de ends
ware r yur sens?
de canuks dey are tuff
an dat you’ll know
dere in yur land o’snow
canucks ‘ockey, it’s quite ruff
de canucks dey will kick yur (bleeps)
dere will be no ifs, no ands or buts
I ope youse like dat ockey game
‘cause tings dey’ll never be de same
wen doze sens meats our canucks!
©Copyright December 2005 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
Author’s Note: Bonne chance, mon petit t’gui (rouge de tete frere), et joy juice noel an a appy news yeers a Francine, et Malissa et Chantelle
Oncle Beelee, de poette lariette de Gatineau
This poem refers to “De Good ol’ ‘ockey Game” ~ ©Copyright November 2003 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD (Revised, December 2005)