HM Manda, co-written with Tigerkity
A Benton Fraser Poem
A Mountie looks for the murderer of a loved one,
For he will not back down till the job gets done.
On the way to Chicago he went,
To meet the detective that could help make a dent.
And his Canadian self could not be rude,
So all of his taxis were offered to other dudes.
Taking nearly forever, almost,
He ended up taking a walk to his post.
He may have a weird sense of taste,
Like eating mud that came off of someone's shoe lace.
So he tracked down the bad guys,
But the bad guys were good, just in disguise.
A fellow mountie was in on the gig,
Of a business cover-up so destructive and big.
So, his partner in the hospital, back to Canada he went,
Where, to his cabin, mercenaries in white were sent.
But his partner came back,
When the hit-men shot up his shack.
Just in time, they fled,
Leading them to a chase on a dog sled,
Where cooler heads prevailed,
And the bad guys were jailed.
But the Mountie turned in one of his own,
So they exhiled him to Chicago to atone.
So now at the Canadian Consulate he stays,
And has partnered with two different Rays.
But his life is just fine,
And you will never hear him wine,
Of all the times he endangers their lives in wildly bizarre ways.