Three Limericks for Canadian Summers

The heat eats us up like the gas tank of a Hummer

And global warming seems like such a great big bummer.

We sweat and we toil,

Complain we will boil,

But come winter we’ll beg for the furnace of summer.

The suns fierce rays seem to be frying my brain

And I find my focus is hard to maintain.

Then I think of the Equator

Where the heat is no doubt greater

But a proud Canadian’s gotta complain.

Up in the sky, our Oppressor has shone

As I lie sprawled in the grass on the lawn.

And I know the day will come,

And it’ll make me feel glum,

When that lovely gold Oppressor has gone.