Mike From Canmore Poem by Kevin Patrick

His Name is Mike
He comes from Canmore
And hes as bright
As a wooden oar
He sells horseflys
Down an old dirt road
Hes got a screw eye
But hes a kind old soul
In troubled waters
He'll lend his boat
although its not his
and it doesn't float


He likes his Flames
He likes his dog Norm
and when talks back
Hes a funny bore
Hes a jack of trades
By breaking things
You can bet your eyes
He keeps no strings
Though people get mad
Mike always smiles
and says 'Why have lemonade
when you can have potatoes'

So Lets give a cheer for Old Mike From Canmore