I was in Pastor D’s office sharing the news that I had unearthed a box of my poetry from nearly 20 years ago (ack) and joking about the potential quality of it. D suggested it might be a box of limericks which triggered a humourous title for an Autobiography:
My Life As A Free-Verse Limerick
hmmmmm…There once was a man from Guelph…
I’d better quit while I’m ahead.
Yeah, unless you wanna talk about being an elf, or meeting an elf or some such, probably best not to go there.