15 May 2012

Ode To Poutine

I was a little boy once living on the
Great motherfucking Canadian prairie.

One day I walked over
To my French neighbour's house.

Their boy was sitting on
The shady front porch eating.

"What are you eating Frenchy?" I asked,
Hoping there might be some for me.

Frenchy pulled his plate closer to his
Belly and told me, "It is poutine."

"Poutine?" I said back to him. "It looks like shit."

I have still never eaten
The shit poutine.

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