Every guy, it seems, has had a fake Canadian girlfriend,
As bragging rights fantasy, at some point in time.
Mine, for example, just served me vegan poutine.
I felt that I could meet an Inuit without the need of a pelt.
But then the shared experience crystals hit,
The null set of the other
And it dawned on me:
They are all Canadian girlfriends,
That's the true true, without the shucking
On the irritable facts altar
(Maple leaf flag waved
In surrender).
