Upon My Duff

Half Irish I am told

And Scottish half as well,

But here in this land of cold,

A Canuck, I’m here to tell.

What is it ‘bout these northern climes

Where weather is so very tough?

In the wind to hear the chimes,

The cold will get you off your duff.

But, “Lay on Macduff.” I’m apt to say,

On this cold Canadian morn;

The house is warm and what the hey,

I’m tired of fighting each new storm.

Central heating in northern climes,

With Yeats and Burns on my mind;

Upon my duff with silly rhymes,

A lazier Canuck, you’ll not find.