Rob Ford and his brother Doug
Give each other a big hug
That is the Ford Nation
How we wish we could unplug.
Since I already wrote a haiku about a douche this morning in my lame attempt at April Fool’s joke, I might as well write a limerick about other douches I could think of: Toronto’s crack-smoking mayor and his brother!
I was originally going to write a limerick about pancakes because we just had some really good ones for supper (this recipe is a keeper), but while the pancakes were amazing, the limerick was really lame so I had to go with this one. Not that this one is great or anything. It’s just a little less crappy. There needs to be some kind of quality control here somehow.