There once was a mayor called Rob
Widely accused of being a slob.
“Oh no,” cried Ford Nation
With hot indignation.
“Each one of you is a snob.”
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You shouldn’t be floored
To see him adored.
For rampant vulgarity
Brings popularity
In this, the Year of our Ford.
Top marks!
Excellent, Tim!
But no, one voter replied,
I’m neither snobbish nor snide,
If Rob were good at his job and not such a nob,
We’d march hand in hand, side by side.
Tim has my vote, too!
When Harris enforced amalgamation,
He changed the City-Suburb relation.
The 905 majority
With electoral superiority,
Has turned Toronto into Ford Nation.
Bobbi Speck
Only a snob could observe that the current model of Toronto’s mayor has turned out to be an Edsel.
and now, with apologies to Sarah Binks:
A Ford is but a shallow place
For crossing o’er from side to side.
Only a snob could have the face
To chide the thickness of its hide.
Rob Ford: ‘Yes, One Day I Do Want To Run For Prime Minister’
Drunken stupors, cocaine and pot
Faultless, our dear Mayor is not
With apologies galore
And language we abhor
Our sympathies, he has sought
Comparing himself to Kuwait
He reduces our concept of state
To tax savings alone
No public good he’ll condone
Leading with a politics of hate