You know you're Canadian when;
It's May and it's snowing.
And you still see people wearing t-shirts and shorts.
You see that it's 6 degrees (celsius) and think "Oh it's not that cold."
You feel the need to add "Eh" to things that don't really need to be questions.
You see the police on horses and don't even care.
Yeah this isn't much of a poem...but I felt like making one like it. Since I'm Canadian I think I should be allowed to say bad stuff about us too. razz If you have any better ideas will you please tell me in the comments?
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