“a funny knock knock joke about pierre poilievre”

Knock, knock!  
Who’s there?  
Pierre.  
Pierre who?  
Pierre the door—your taxes just flew!  

With glasses perched and tie askew,  
He stands, all business, not askew.  
He knocks to chat on policy,  
But slips in wit, quite breezily.

“Pierre you ready?” he’ll loudly cheer,  
For budget talks (or donuts near!).  
He laughs while railing on the Bloc—  
“Oh, sorry, wrong address—mais, j’ai du choc!”

With clever lines and eyes that gleam,  
He makes debates more fun, it seems.  
So knock, knock, Pierre, ring the bell—  
And tell Ottawa: time will tell!

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