Hey, happy scs. Got another poem for us all. This one is an amalgamation of a conversation I overheard yesterday, and personal experience.

I'm on T-D in Borden,
But didn't think to bring my car.
There's not a thing to do in Angus,
And Alliston's too far.

The Geese have often chased me,
Right away from Vicker's Hall.
And in the winter on the sidewalks,
You're sure to take a fall.

The shacks are either boiling,
Or fully frigid freezing.
There's not a screen on any window,
They're shut against the breezing.

I can't relax in my own smoke pit,
The neighbour course is out there fighting.
A gagglefuck of no hooks,
Each others flaws; highlighting.

Don't go snooping through the bushes,
You'll find the seeds of amnesty.
But you'll also find compassion;
Here's where they train the chaplaincy.

Luckily I'm on my 5's here,
I feel so bad for BMQ.
I know grown ass adult humans,
Don't want to march in civvies too.

The Huron's nice enough, I spose,
And bowling's fun most times.
While I'm stuck without a lift,
I'll sit here writing rhymes.