Dope City Free Press
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.
Mr. Beer N. Hockey
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