On the Vancouver Nainaimo Ferry
lounged in deck chairs Lamont and Sherrie.
It was late and the hour
for their afternoon shower
had arrived and they both were quite merry.
When the ferry arrived at the pier
they were planning to sample the beer
when they spotted JC
who was up here to ski
down the Fraser and stop at the weir.
Well they did try to talk some good sense
into JC who looked a bit tense
in the end they went diving
it is true, I'm not jiving
but the three of them suffered the Bends.
They went back to the Grizzlybear Tower
all restored in their breathing power
but the shower was small
so they couldn't fit all
out they went to each pick her a flower.
I think the good doctor has forgotten to self-medicate: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha ha ha! Very, very funny, Herbert. I had this before my morning decaf...and it did just the trick. Thanks, 'Herb'(ert) .