It is early Sunday morning, I’m starving half to death
So I called my dear niece Roberta to find out what
She had on the grill. I might as well have saved the
Phone call. She had just got out of bed.
Now her home is in Canada and she is one hour ahead
Of us in the good old U.S. of A. I asked what are you
Planning for Gere for his dinner, you will not believe
This, my friend. Gere is still in bed, she says nil.
Well, I know that is par for the course there up North.
They stay up late partying and then have a ‘bed lunch’
So called. Then, the ‘good nights’ begin. It’s three or
Four times to the back door for a bid goodnight.
By then, patience for all is wearing thin. Let me say,
Tho, here and now, if you have not visited relatives or
Friends in Canada, make sure that soon you get to go.
Include me in ~ partying, a bed lunch. That’s for me.
Well friends if I’ve not sparked your interest, take it
From me, you’ve missed the boat, a great ‘bed lunch’,
Partying ‘most out of control and the camaraderie.
“Canada O’ Canada” ~ I love you, but for me, it’s
All here in the good old U. S. of A ~ ~ EH?
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
September 16, 2012