Dear Canada,
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.
I cherish Canada, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a super girl. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a super girl.
My feelings for you intensified when I saw you smooching in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous loving skills.
You have brains like cool turnips and the most stripy mouth I’ve ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to punch those cool turnip brains and paint that stripy mouth.
You’re so special with your dotty ways. The way you handle your pointy grandpa shows great sympathy and sensitivity.
I know that to you I’m just a wet boy but I think we could be happy together, kissing like two crumpled elephants.
Please, say you’ll be mine Canada!
All my love
Arash
