Your Daddy Don't Know

Toronto you smell intermittently like sewage, old cabbage and fish juice. You are wide, flat, dirty and cracked but not in the charming way that New York is. I appreciate the sun that beams down from your skies and the plethora of great people who choose to live in you but I'm going to stick with Vancouver for now. I just don't like you in that way but we can still be friends and see each other once a year or so. No hard feelings.