The story of my life goes something like this...
Born in a place of happiness and bliss.
October was the month when they became parents
Gleaming with joy were my already-grandparents.
4 years later came a boy in my life
Now I run after him with a blunt little knife.
This brother of mine, oh, so little
He definitely belongs in a mental hospital.
Singing and dancing, my purest forms of joy
Friends at school used to call me a tomboy.
Then one day, I decided to go
to a place far away, a place I didn’t know.
My new school was a hundred years old
It made me stronger, it made me bold.
Fascinated by the language of French
I had to take care of this quench
So one day, I decided to go
to a place far away, a place I didn’t know.
Croissants, macaroons, and baguettes,
All of them, obesity threats.
This new place taught me a lot
That ‘right’ in French translates to ‘a droit’
When I was back, the IB killed me
punched me in the guts and kicked me in the knee.
After graduation, I decided to go
to a place far away, a place I didn’t know.
Hockey here is a way of life
One could find a Canadian wife.
The snow here could kill your toes
‘The Great Canadian Winter’, everybody knows.
So I sit at my table and try to rhyme
When I should be out in my years of prime.