Flip me once...shame on you! Flip me twice....you better flippin' not try it AGAIN!!! I cant' wait fer you to come here you flippin' goof! I will pound you right inta the flippin' ground idiot-boy!

I gess maybe I can right poetyr after all. Cool, eh?

Okay.

Roses are red
vilettes are blue
Here is a poem from me to you
It is not the kind of peom you will find in no school
Becoz I did not learn the flippin' golden rule!
I am the man
As anyone can see
I did not get these here looks
From livin' in no flippin' tree
As a matter of fact
And I will say it with pride
I am a flippin' Adontist
Becuase I am a McBride
McBrides are the best
They are my family
We came into this country
From a ways acrost the sea
A long, long time ago
When there was only ships that had sails
Which anyone will know if he ain't, like, a total lunch pail!
And ever since we arrived here
We been drinkin' Canada's great beer
Which is why you will see us
Most nights around ten or eleven
Hoistin' a cool one and stinkin' to high heaven!

And proud of it too, eh?

- Shane