John Mustard was a good man. Always fighting for the Canadian rights... to mustard. Previous to his famous speech "I Have a Dream" of 1871, mustard was illegal in most Canadian provinces. After the speech concluded, just a mere 7 minutes had passed before a air strike from the Chinese government was launched due to his previous life of crime. The air strike killed a total of two people. During this unfortunate time, the other life that was lost went by the name Philbert Cookin, and he was my great grandpa. When he first heard about the amazing news of Mustard's legalization, he immediately rushed across the border to deliver his product to the new homes that could bare it. However, the air strike hit before he could deliver a single drop. To fulfill their legacies, I have created this blog, designed to share their story and elongate their legacy. I hope you (the reader) can now understand where I descend from. Please share their story, as I believe it is important to recognize the one and only man to legalize Canada's dear mustard.
On the podium,
John delivers his great speech
Missile has been launched
fin
Crossing the Border
Grandpa brought his best mustard
Died to the air strike
fin
Mustard and Cookin
May the names be remembered
Pray they rest in piece
fin
It started as a revelation,
the unbanning of our dearest mustard.
But after his famous speech,
it took a turn for the worst.
The Chinese found his file,
discovered a life of crime.
The missiles were launched,
"Dear God, " John cried.
They rained down like meteors,
killing two in their path.
The life of our dearest heroes,
John Mustard, and Philbert Cookin.
John stood up on the stage, pleading his decree.
"Mustard in Canada needs to be free!"
"But I don't even like mustard!"
John seemed flustered.
"It needs [to] be legal for all mankind!"
His opponent had then resigned.
When brought to the Canadian council, John plead,
"Make mustard free for all!" Canada agreed.
They signed off their treaty, thinking all ended well,
But little did they know about the following hell.
I sign this off to our two greatest legends,
John Mustard and Philbert Cookin, fighting for our expressions.