Canadian Air

by Ryan Apple


Just as the weatherman predicted,
Canadian Air Invades the Midwest
and ruins a perfectly good spring day.

Here we were on our side of the continent,
minding our own business
when those jerkwad Canadians toed right up to the border,
puffing their billowy clouds right in our face.

C’mon Mr. President, let’s flex that foreign policy muscle:
Hey Canada, we’re not gonna take your snow and ice;
we don’t want your wind chill and gray skies.

And while you’re at it, you can haul off your sleet,
your hail and blizzards, late season frost,
your winter storm watches and warnings,
winter storm premonitions,
and whatever else you’ve got,
O Canada,

you can keep it right there
in your own home and native land,
and clear of the good ol’ USA,
where our skies are not cloudy all day.


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Ryan Apple lives in Lansing, Michigan with his wife Darcie and their six children. He began writing poetry in high school, but only recently began public readings and publications. Since 2006, he has been employed as a music professor at Great Lakes Christian College. He devotes himself to the teachings of Jesus and serving his local church family. His hobbies include ping-pong, playing guitar and mbira, and video games with two or less buttons.

Ryan Apple lives in Lansing, Michigan with his wife Darcie and their six children. He began writing poetry in high school, but only recently began public readings and publications. Since 2006, he has been employed as a music professor at Great Lakes Christian College. He devotes himself to the teachings of Jesus and serving his local church family. His hobbies include ping-pong, playing guitar and mbira, and video games with two or less buttons.


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