Linda Studley

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Eh is For Canadian

Eh is for Canadian
Bee – A group working towards a common goal.
Sea – For sailing, or fishing, but not for oil spills.
Dee – A hummy little sound we make if we forget the words to a song.

E – What is said upon encountering a mouse
EF – What is said when hammering a thumb
GEE – The clean version of EF
AICH – Is generally followed by  “e, double hockey sticks”, signifying vexation.

I – A word that is generally used far too much by everyone.
JAY – Birds that come in blue, grey, or Canada.
KAY – Means you agree.
EL – The French version of  ‘H’

EM – The subject of many directives “Go get’em!”
EN – The sign on your car until you get a real drivers license.
OH – An outburst signifying awe, or confusion, or irritation, or … Oh, well, it’s an outburst of some sort.

PEE – Oh for Heaven’s sake, everyone knows what PEE is!
CUE – A hint or a prompt, or perhaps a prompt hint.
ARE – We think therefore we are.
ESS – A type of curve you would be best to slow down for.

TEA – OH! Yes please, and perhaps a few biscuits too?
YOU – Used almost as frequently as “I”, generally followed by “should”.
VEE – A group of flying geese.
DOUBLE YOU – Your twin sister or brother.

EX – The person who now owns your house, car, and most of your paycheque in perpetuity.
WHY – Because
ZED – Yes, you heard me, ZED! ‘Cause we’re Canadian EH (see first line).



Jading the Emerald

St Patrick’s Day dawns
and I contemplate a stroll down the
ancestral branch to the Irish twig.
(My name used to be Connell, you know).

Not much is known of the paternal lineage,
although in recent days some rumours have started
that the Connell clan sprouted from
a Scots branch, not an Irish one.

Not that I hold any grudges against the Scots,
my most excellent partner hails from that twig,
but I’ve become quite comfortable with my Irish roots,
twined in a Celtic knot around my heart.

I will not drink green beer today,
or wear any article of clothing
emblazoned with an invitation to
“Kiss me I’m Irish”.

Instead I will exhume my tenuous heritage,
hold it up to the light of a newly dawned,
St Patrick’s day morning, and
delight in the emerald refractions as they
play up and down the ancestral branch.
But if I wear green today it will be Canadian jade.


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