There once lived a man, who was a Gary,
who used to travel everyday by the ferry.
The townsfolk would call him Hairy,
for they didn't know he would one day be a visionary.
His home was on the prairie,
and he was in the business of selling dairy.
But since he wanted to marry Merry,
his eyes were always set on the airy eyrie.
For there she lived with a solitary canary.
She too liked the man who always wore a glengarry.
And so they signed an agreement, though it was provisionary.
She stipulated the union would take place under skies that are starry
but only if he could memorise the entire dictionary.
A little sad, hairy Gary turned for comfort to his special bottle of sherry.
And then a tipsy and maudlin, he went ahead and bought a Pictionary.
In the morning, he searched for his new book, but found it nary.
And so, he set out again to pick up a new teacher of glossary.
He eventually found one and every day learnt words, a lot many.
Till the day came that he had absorbed it all, though she thought he did tarry.
So, he went to meet her with a box of cherry,
and once he ejected all the lexicon from his system, she was very merry.
And so they tied the knot and now they have a Carrie, Jerry and a Barry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem