The Great Martian Migraine and the Rise of Canuckian Cosmonauts
Embers Within Poetry Series Part 8
It all began with a blip, a garbled transmission, they say, “Universal healthcare,” they thought, on a faraway, shimmering bay.
Not quite the utopia they’d dreamed, with maple syrup and moose, But free check-ups for three-headed Zorgons, that wouldn’t be a bad noose.
Across the cosmos, the rumour did spread, A land where ailments were vanquished, for free, in a comfy bed.
From Proxima Centauri, a tentacled crew, Their spaceship wheezing, with a malfunctioning goo.
From Betelgeuse, a grumpy Glarnak with a cough, And a malfunctioning translator, the cause of all this scoff.
He landed in Toronto, expecting a gleaming white dome, Instead, greeted by Timmies and a “Welcome, eh?” from home.
The Canadians, bless their polite hearts, didn’t bat an eye, Just shuffled the Glarnak into a line, with a cheerful “Hi!” The doctor, a friendly chap named Dave, scratched his head, Never seen a Glarnak before, but hey, everyone gets a check-up, eh?
News spread like poutine gravy, faster than a moose on skates, Aliens flooded the borders, with all sorts of galactic aches.
