Book Club Friends is 100% Canadian 🇨🇦
A cranky old poet named Ruth
Shoved words around, claiming the truth
The folks from Three Pines, knew she was just F.I.N.E.
Solving mysteries while sipping pinched wine!
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Now this is a great limerick and the perfect poetry form for describing our favourite cantankerous poet. I can hear Ruth cursing it while secretly enjoying the tribute.