OK, let’s mix this up a bit. Finish the limerick or do not finish the limerick. There is no try.
There once was a man from Quebec
Who had troubles piled up past his neck
He began his campaign
With a bus but no plane
Meanwhile, negotiations for a stash of swag, or a modest prize budget, from the mighty honchos at Maclean’s HQ have bogged down at the delicate stage of me having asked for swag or a budget and them having completely ignored me. So today’s winner will receive the traditional – and always disappointing – token of Something From My House. Maybe I’ll sacrifice a photograph from my stack of candid pics of Paul Martin in a bathrobe taken during the 2006 campaign. I suppose I could part with one and still commit blackmail.