Mosher on Aislin – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Aislin, oh Aislin, so bold and so bright,

His pen a weapon, his wit a delight.

With strokes so deft, he draws with great skill,

His cartoons sharp, his satire a thrill.

From Trudeau to Trump, no one is safe,

He skewers them all with wit and with grace.

His humour cuts deep, exposing their flaws,

Making us laugh at their pomposity and faux pas.

He shines a light on society’s ills,

The rich and the powerful, their greed and their thrills.

But also the ordinary, the everyday life,

The joys and the struggles, the triumphs and strife.

Aislin, oh Aislin, a true master of his craft,

A voice for the people, a champion of the underdog’s path.

With his pencil and ink, he fights for what’s right,

A true hero in our hearts, shining ever so bright.