A lot has been said and written about this matter. I decided to commemorate this significant event with a poem based on Bobby Gentry's Ode to Billie Joe which you can listen to here. The original lyrics can be found here.
Ode to Billy T's
It was the twenty-third, another February Saturday.
Bud was planning a party and Paul and Dale were on the way.
It was almost lunch-time, they had to find a place to eat,
And just by chance they ended up where Joe and Steve and Joe had decided to meet.
And who was hanging out in the main dining room of Billy T’s?
It was Sandy White just there to meet a lobbyist and shoot the breeze.
The owner-manager told the media it was pre-arranged,
By his friend the mayor, but later his recollection changed,
“That was a different time, this time the seven had come by chance.
What’s written in the book isn’t worth a second glance.”
Seems like nothing ever comes to no good with the Fontana Ate.
And now the Ombudsman’s investigating London’s Burgergate.
Marin said he recollected when he got called not that long ago
About another meeting that included only one Joe
At the Harmony, right before the budget vote.
“And here they are again; I guess they can’t take note.
I told them then that their luncheon was ill-conceived.
I guess my message wasn’t all that well-received.”
In the backroom they were chatting about Trillium grants
And some interchanges and what to do with shut down plants.
And Henderson was talking about Dale TV:
If he took some advertising, could he charge a fee?
And by the way he knows a billionaire in Florida, USA
Who could rescue Diamond Aircraft, he’ll get on to it without delay.
When the press was called, they quickly lost their appetite.
Like when a rock is lifted, they scattered from the public light.
They paid the bill which was only sixty-one twenty five plus tip
And through the back door headed for the homeward trip.
It was a close call, but not as close as the one from Polhill’s butt,
It left Fontana Ate a queasy "been there done that" feeling in the gut.
Seven months have come and gone since I heard the news about Billy T’s.
Sixty people called the ombudsman and said, “Investigate, please.”
But the stories from the seven were so contradictory,
That the ombudsman said “I’m so very awfully dreadful sorry.
The versions that I’m getting make no sense.
With all those phone calls, could the meeting just be happenstance?”
This week we heard the ombudsman give his report on Burgergate.
It didn’t paint a pretty picture of the Fontana Ate.
It was the worst case he had ever seen, he found.
Especially since it was the second time around.
But the Bay Street lawyers that they hired don’t agree.
And they’re the ones whose bills are paid by you and me.