They made me take French classes
When I was a boy
French
Even the word does not look right
The teacher tried to make us
Roll our Rs
I could not do it
Because I am not French
Never have been
Never will be
I do not even cheer for the Frogs
When they are the last Canadian
Team in the Stanley Cup play-offs
Fuck them
They made me change from standard
To metric measurements as well
That was not as bad
As the French
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The Metric was a breeze. Thank god for decimalization.
I had just got used to dropping the the occasional florin into a jukebox in 1969. Out of my father's pocket on a Sunday afternoon. By the time I started school they rolled out the changeover. Of course. We all continued to measure ourselves in feet and inches. And purchase meat and potatoes by the pound.
We all learned decimilization back to front. And were lousy at the conversion. Everything in units of ten, and all that imperial shit wholly incomprehensible.
How many litres are there in a gallon, my grandmother might ask. She might as well have been speaking French.
A few years later, we had a French teacher who spoke it fluently with a Glaswegian accent. She made no concessions. Learning a second language was a bitch. Latin would have made more sense, but it was considered dead.
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