"Did I mention I love to dance"           "Hi Ladies, Can we join you"

                       Somebody's not drinking their wine?

"Membership has it's rewards"           "Hello and Welcome to the Anglo"

"Yes membership has it's rewards"

Here's a poem penned by a member of The Canadian Anglo Club
The “Anglo” Club is a meeting place
Where people come to see a friendly face.
From New Year’s Day and a hair of the dog
Through springtime, summer and November fog.
On certain nights throughout the year
While sipping scotch or your favourite beer.
You may witness a crime . . . murder most foul
Or on Halloween come dressed as a ghoul.
Race nights are full of friendly banter
Where your lucky pick, could win in a canter.
Quiz nights are fun, the contest keen
Lots of cash for the winning team.
No matter the sport the shape of the ball
You can find a following in this hall.
You can have a bet, a friendly flutter
Will your team finish top, or in the gutter.
When the days grow short around these parts
The club fills up with teams for darts.
They play their singles, doubles and cricket
But there’s no talk of a sticky wicket.
With a tooney on Thursday, you may be able to boast
Look here Honey, I’ve won a roast.
We’ve got things for all, the hale, the hearty
We even have a Christmas Party, for all
The kids, the Johns, the Jennies.
You can help . . . donate your pennies.
One last thing in this verse
Don’t stand around complain or curse.
The “club” is you, it’s me, it’s us
Do don’t come in to create a fuss.
If improvements are needed and you
Can do better
Don’t be shy . . . submit a letter.
And join those who – throughout the years
Have made it work . . . the volunteers. Mad Mike