Toronto I find you downright difficult to really get a grasp,
You’re half way into the future yet locked up in the past,
Buzzing brightly, rushing mightily madly here and there,
You crave acknowledgement and acceptance everywhere.
Furious but full of friendly families from very far away,
They want to work both day and night just to make their pay,
Culture clash, counting cash, but proud politically correct,
Streets are clogged and traffic bogged with few roads in neglect.
Those many minor minorities prance at their own parades,
Beat their drums, some show their bums, others show charades,
Subways bunch and the traffic crunch and everyone’s in a hurry,
Homeless types demand their rights but live without a worry.
Constructions soar, jackhammers roar while politicians ponder,
Immigrants sing, cell phones ring in cars going here and yonder,
And public schools are full to the door with kids from near and far,
This Tower of Babel Toronto has bowed and gone bizarre.