Mounties

Time to don your toque and get cozy in your bunnyhug Purple People because today we are beginning our North American tour and our first destination is Canada, Ey!  We’ll warm up with a steaming bowl of Poutine followed by a double-double and a few Timbits as we get on the (etymological) road stopping along the way at Newfoundland and the ‘Capcity’, Ottawa.  Talks of Newfoundland lead Gyles to share stories of his ‘most magical, musical’ evening at the theatre seeing a show about the island but that’s not before we have a triple Canadian name drop and discover that Gyles himself has Canadian blood! Susie’s dendrophile nature is perfectly placed to explore the wilderness of Canada but it’s the ice hockey that has her sharing a long lost dream of performing a deke on the ice.  We’ll take a small trip with the mounties before settling down for a Jiggs Dinner for a couple of Twoonies and a bit of cloffin by the fire.  We love hearing from you, find us @SomethingRhymes on Twitter and Facebook, @SomethingRhymesWith on Instagram or you can email us here: purple@somethinelse.com  We currently have 20% off at the SRwP official merchandise store, just head to: https://kontraband.shop/collections/something-rhymes-with-purple  Want even more purple, people? Join the Purple Plus Club by clicking the banner in Apple podcasts or head to purpleplusclub.com to listen on other platforms'  Don’t forget that you can join us in person at our upcoming tour, tap the link to find tickets: www.somethingrhymeswithpurple.com  Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week:  Cloffin: to warm yourself by the fire and to warm the back of your legs specially, that is Brabbag  Exlex - An outlaw  Fysifunkus: One with no curiosity at all  Gyles' poem this week was 'Variations on the Word Love' by Margaret Atwood   This is a word we use to plug  holes with. It’s the right size for those warm  blanks in speech, for those red heart-  shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing  like real hearts. Add lace  and you can sell  it. We insert it also in the one empty  space on the printed form  that comes with no instructions. There are whole  magazines with not much in them  but the word love, you can  rub it all over your body and you  can cook with it too. How do we know  it isn’t what goes on at the cool  debaucheries of slugs under damp  pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-  seedlings nosing their tough snouts up  among the lettuces, they shout it.  Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising  their glittering knives in salute.   Then there’s the two  of us. This word  is far too short for us, it has only  four letters, too sparse  to fill those deep bare  vacuums between the stars  that press on us with their deafness.  It’s not love we don’t wish  to fall into, but that fear.  this word is not enough but it will  have to do. It’s a single  vowel in this metallic  silence, a mouth that says  O again and again in wonder  and pain, a breath, a finger  grip on a cliffside. You can  hold on or let go.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices