Limericks in honor of our boatmen

by Phil Mackey

The boatman named Chris was quite handy.
The lunches he fixed tasted dandy.
His climbing was tops,
In those famous flip-flops,
And he sure passed out bushels of candy.

One birdman named Shawn and one Mark
Became fledgling boatman for a lark.
Their sites for our groover
Sometimes rivaled the Louvre,
But were sure hard to find in the dark.

The boatman named Dave was from Florida
And in love with the Grand Canyon Corridor.
To give up his paddle
And work in Seattle,
There's nothing that he would find horrider.

There once was a boatman named Scottie,
Who impressed all the rafters a lot, he
Made rapids seem flat
and made sauces that
Made everyone go to the potty.

There once was a boatman named Steiner,
Who cooked like a chef in a diner.
But his ultimate coup
Was his cry of "HOT SOUP"
That could wake sleeping campers in China.