Thursday, 5 December 2013

Faux Pas

What a cataclysmic blunder.
What were you thinking, man, I wonder. 
I’m staggered, stunned. 
Astounded, floored. 
Flabbergasted, dazed . . . good lord. 
Excuse me, while I turn beet red, 
And marvel at your knucklehead. 
And breathe deep breaths and get around 
To pick my jaw up, off the ground. 
Gobsmacked – good grief – beyond the pale. 
A gaffe upon an epic scale.

What’s that, you say:  a small faux pas.

Who noticed? . . .  in the shock and awe.
Note:  I was inspired to pen this poem while watching a national newscaster struggling to not roll their eyes while relaying the latest development in the ongoing story regarding the conduct of a certain Canadian Mayor (who has become a running joke on late night TV across the entire continent and garnered more media attention, worldwide, than any other Canadian news story, so far this century).  The poem, itself, is not specific to this particular story – but rather, it is told from the perspective of witnessing conduct that leaves one gobsmacked. 

photos:  Cabbage Heads – W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. Enjoyed! :)

    Now you have me curious about that person ...

  2. Toronto Mayor - Rob Ford. (Toronto is the largest city in Canada and the fourth most populous city in North America.) Jon Stewart, Jay Leno, David Letterman etc., etc., etc. may take their shots (all over utube) - but, here in Canada, it is the stuff of the nightly National News - as newscasters (who look to me as though they're digging into - yet another - bowl of bad clams) report on the latest cringeworthy development - as, apparently, no one knows what to do with (as the National Post puts it) a crude, crack-smoking, binge-drinking problem child mayor.