In Calgary, the water ran low, The crisis began to grow. A ragtag team, bright, Planned day and night, With ideas that stole the show.

The mayor, with a serious face, Declared water mustn’t be a waste. A lawsuit to God, Seemed rather odd, But they filed it with great haste.

“Don’t shower!” the city implored, “Let your stink be adored!” Drug dogs sniffed out, The clean without doubt, And to jail, the fresh ones were stored.

The geese disguised troops did arise, To siphon Lake Baikal, oh so wise. With buckets in hand, They crossed the land, While stiff Soviets watched the skies.

A comet’s ice they aimed to seize, With a cowboy lasso, to appease. “Don’t boil the seas!” The skeptics decreed, As the sun’s pull brought all to their knees.

In court, the Archdiocese stood, Said, “God feels bad, he would, Repent if he could, Needs legal fees, understood?” While donations poured in, like they should.

So in this crisis, with laughter and cheer, Calgary’s spirit was clear. With satire and jest, They gave it their best, Turning worries into good cheer.