TERRANCE GAVAN – EDITOR
On 28 days in a Norwegian sanitorium!
There was a fat old mare name Rob Ford
Who was, it was said, easily bored
He tripped on his pipe
and with howls of delight
said “I’m off now to find my fjiord”
Nonsense limerick about a Man in His Cups
Rob Ford is one fuck of a mayor
Who leaves Toronto in grave disrepair
“After all that I’ve done…
“They want me out on my bum
“Oh shit… now I’ve tripped… down the stairs!”
Ain’t goin to rehab… I said no no… maybe!
What’s this in my pipe? Is it crack?
I can’t remember… I woke up in some shack
And drove my Escalade home
Who’s writing these poems?
Oh fuck… now it’s starting to come back!