去年5月份回多倫多家一趟。。。
Shall I not bring home the chocolate cake?
I 've been educated not to waste,
luggage has been packed like a hippo, not fake.
The flight won't wait, I 'd better make haste.
I ask the front desk about the bus routine,
And the girl says it is coming fast.
Seeing their restaurant ad with poutine,
Reminds me of my unfinished breakfast.
But I don't want to put on weight.
Maybe I will just have the cake saved?
My seat number is 16F which is eight plus eight,
Sitting next to me, is a man with bear shaved.
So long Toronto! The vigorous city, my fave,
What's left of me are the memories my family gave.
May， 2012
