Heard something inappropriately funny on Remembrance Day, so I've waited a few weeks to write it down. That's not a day usually reserved for inappropriate or funny.
I turned on the radio in the car to hear the tail end of a reading of In Flanders Fields which was immediately followed by a Canadian Tire ad. The poetry reading was sober, composed and completely unadorned; just a man's voice reading a poem about death and sacrifice in what would be considered the appropriate tone and rhythm. The Canadian Tire ad led with a jaunty little whistle.
It went something like this:
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Doo doot da doo!
