Of all the bad poetry generated by the upcoming G-8/G-20 summit, Jimbobby's is the baddest. Here's a sample, sung to the tune of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald:
With a Muskoka chairs and canoes in the air
The fake lake was meant to thrill writers
A pleasant surprise, there ain't no blackflies,
No mosquitoes or other skin biters.
Fake Lake was the pride of the Conservative side
With fake loon songs and JumboTron pictures
Of real lakes and woods and handcrafted goods
And all the outdoors you could wish for.
All together now...