There once was a young man named Regis

Who rarely did anything egregious

Except for the time

He made margaritas without lime

Not illegal but surely litigious

There once was a man from down under

Who made a spectacular blunder

At his former friend’s wedding

His emotions were shedding

And his wailing put the union asunder

There once was a man from Peace River

Who decided it was time to forgive her

And when she ran to his arms

Using all of his charms

His love he was able to deliver

There once was a man who spoke French

Who used English to lure a young wench

With the noblest of intentions

And divine interventions

Her affections he was able to unclench

There once was a man with compassion

Who knew kindness never fell out of fashion

As his writings suggest

He tries to bring out the best

In his comrades to write with more passion

There was a man of Celtic decent

Most of his life in Canada was spent

In a family maneuver

They moved near Vancouver

And set in motion his writing ascent

There once was a Canuck with a beard

Whose writing was occasionally weird

But try as he might

When he saw the light

His work was superbly engineered

There once was a man often serious

Whose mood sometimes bordered on delirious

But in his heart there was laughter

That he loved to chase after

And he became the limerick master imperious

Copyright 2009 Patrick A Granfors