An Inn in Shawinigan

by

James Bredin

The Grand Mere Inn is in Shawinigan,
Received a large loan and was in again,
From the government bank no need to inquire,
Was everything clear or did someone conspire?

Mounties and the ethics guy nodded their heads,
You can’t inquire ‘cause they work for the feds,
It’s only taxpayers’ money anyone can see,
No conspiracy here ‘cause they all agree.

There are still a few questions up in the air,
Despite their agreement ‘bout the Inn at Grand Mere,
They say there’s a forgery flying around,
They’ve pointed that out so everything’s sound.

It sounds like a tale from a two-bit novel,
Those who inquire get down and grovel,
Managers and accountants finished and met,
Water under the bridge and no one got wet.

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