On Non-Bon Voting Day

Today I vote at the voting booth

Being of an age not remembering my youth

Nor what party I last chose

I take a ballot, pencil, pinch tight my nose.

Election Day Ode

When Justin don’t give a damn about my rights
And Andrew expounds from highest heighths
And Jagmeet says it’s pronounced Jug
And Elizabeth promises a pipeline plug
And Yves-François wears a separatist blanket
And sour lemonade—Maxime drank it
I’m left with despair on election day
As grim Maple Leaf is looking grey.

Four Leaders or Freeloaders?

How do you do Justin Trudeau?

The man who fuddles through do-re-mi

He slips away, over, and through

His best answer is, don’t ask me.

And so I won’t ask him if he’s in favour

Of making our national flag green

Because Elizabeth May mayn’t waver

In respecting people of colour and bean.

Speaking of legumes, Scheer’s my man

A man who knows a horse from a tractor

He supports the rights of a woman

Despite assertions of many detractor.

And rounding up the list of major contenders

Is Jagmeet Singh Jimmy Dhaliwal

A wrestler who rivals the other pretenders

But can he spike a volleyball?

Which candidate has courage?

Eight candidates running in my NDG/Westmount riding.

Which ones will tell Premier Legault to go to Hell (a religious symbol location)?

Or who will advocate the federal government refer Bill 21 to the Supreme Court of Canada, according to section 53.1(B) of the Supreme Court Act?