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16
Nov
The Walking Dead Poets Society

The Walking Dead Poets Society

Folks, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve got the competition for HLLIFLX poet laureate all locked up. Don’t even bother applying. The job is mine. The judges won’t be able to deny my talent once they see this masterpiece:
There once was a guy named Waye
Who rode on his bike all day
He started in HLLIFLX and rode to DLRTMOUTH

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02
Nov
Luring tourists to our death-trap highways

Luring tourists to our death-trap highways

Back in the ’50s, my sister was a member of the Ceilidh Girls Pipe Band in New Glasgow. Sometime during the summer of 1953, the girls were invited by the Province of Nova Scotia to appear at a trade show at Madison Square Garden in New York City, where it had set up a booth.

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19
Oct
Frank eats a fine pizza & gets an Almighty shushing

Frank eats a fine pizza & gets an Almighty shushing

I have been fascinated with Italy ever since my mid-teens when I read about its participation in the Second World War. But I never got to see it until now.

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05
Oct
So my home phone rings, and...

So my home phone rings, and...

FRANK CAMERON: Hello.
CALLER: Hello I wish to talk to you about your computer. It has viruses.
FC: Yes, and my cat has fleas. What’s your point?
CALLER: I want to fix those viruses and get rid of them for you.
FC: And what makes you think my computer has viruses? Have you hacked into my computer?

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21
Sep
Singing the privatization blues...

Singing the privatization blues...

Privatization (to the tune of Bobby Darin’s Multiplication)

When a lot of little Libs eat too many nibs

Turn to the private sector

That’s when it’s hard I beg your pard

To keep things in perspective

Privatization, that’s the name of the game

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