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It all started with an innocuous ad in our local library: a call for submissions for a poetry contest, from an entity called the Canadian Chamber of Contemporary Poetry.
It was quite a collection. Did I write all 36 of them in one sitting?
I recall a poem called Laundry Day, told from the point-of-view of an overworked mother lamenting domestic duties: "Oh, how I hate Mondays / It is the laundry day / I have to clean up the dirty clothes / And that's why I hate Mondays." A poignant line lodged in my memory goes: "I'd move to Argentina / But I still have baby Corina." (See, even if she escapes the house, she can never escape responsibility.)
As for the aforementioned 12-verse epic Simba of the White Mane, well, there's an actual book called that, pre Lion King. I literally saw the book lying in my basement and straight-up stole the title.
Other classics from my 36-poem collection included a hilarious novelty poem called "The School Was Overflowing," and I can't recall if it was about overc…
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